Someone asked her what was the greatest grace;
She smiled and replied ripe old age and health.
Despite her million times folded face,
Her candy floss hair that were veiled beneath,
Her hunched back that made her traipse,
The death of her husband that killed her underneath,
She said that she was blessed and joyous;
For she never burdened her children with
Her presence which could be an annoyance,
She said that her well-being at this age was her wealth.
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