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Edgar Guest - Grandma
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There’s a twinkle in her eye,
O, so merry! O, so sly!
That you never see the wrinkles in her face; 
She`s so full of fun and play 
That you never see the gray 
In her tresses, and you never see a trace 
Of the feebleness of years, 
Born of heartaches and of tears; 
She`s the youngest of the children still today. 
All the charm of youth remains, 
All her beauty she retains. 
O, she`s right up to the minute in her way.

Just because she`s seventy-two
Any old thing will not do,
She believes that she must always look her best;
Though her gowns are mostly black,
She was never known to lack
A little dash of color at her breast. 
"Just because I`m old," says she, 
"Do not think I`m going to be
Out of style and frumpy looking, for I`m not!
And when folks come in to call,
I`m not going to wear a shawl
And cover up the splendid things I`ve got."

O, dear grandma, let me say,
As I look at you today,
In your stylish gown of satin with its little touch of blue;
As I see your merry eye, 
When the years have wandered by 
May I only be as happy and as lovable as you. 
May I come from out the gloom 
Of my troubles with the bloom 
Of a heart that`s ever youthful still in view, 
With a dash of color gay 
To relieve the somber gray, 
May I be as young as you at seventy-two.
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