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Aunt Sally Is 80

Well, my family calls me Aunt Sally;
I never was a missus.
I travelled with a disabled colonel,
As a nurse, until

My sister and I went blind, 
Had measles when we were just girls;
She had a family, you know,
But I had to make do myself in the world.

So I went to a State blind school,
Learned braille and other helpful things;
And I travelled with bus and travel bureau,
Scaring all my family it seems.

I was so stately with a bun at my neck,
No one would dare bother me,
Finally, I settled in an Eastern Star Home.
And here I am feeling free.

By the way, I can’t talk very long;
I’ve got to help Mrs. Nimel hang curtains;
The ladder is made for tall windows,
But her arthritis is hurtin’.

Then I’ll read children’s stories,
To the little visitors come to cheer us up;
With braille and the radio and records;
My life is too busy – full my cup.

My fingertips are my eyes, you see,
I can even tell the colors of fabrics,
Giving up was never for me;
I’ll be useful as long as it takes it.

I’ve rubbed the silverware shining,
And walked Mrs. Tease down the hall.
If it weren’t for my arm-holding leading,
I guess she could have a fall.

So thank you for coming to my party;
And all your love through the years;
Learn something from me I ask you,
And cry for me no tears.

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