Aunt Sally Is 80

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.