ALL IN A NAME
Gladys was old and wrinkled,
Elderly was the word.
Her hair is grey and straight,
Once abundant, and curled.
Her voice became quite hoarse,
Not hoarse like a pony's neigh,
But in a quieter, raspier way.
Gladys remained dignified
Until the day she died
She was an honourable woman.
Whose beauty always shone inside.
Gladys was a lady
Who lived up to her name,
She was born a lady
It says so in her name.
gLADYs........
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