A Lady I Know
I saw a lady I had known as a girl,
A gem in natures' collection, a real special pearl.
The girl has become a lady, a classy one at that,
Whether decked in a tiara or a funny, faddish hat,
But, a lady for sure, one to behold,
Some glow into maturity, some just grow old.
Beauty is not escaping, a rose will always be a rose,
Beauty goes much deeper, that is why it glows.
Whatever life deals, however it may unfurl,
Know this, daughter of mine, you'll always be my girl.
Copyright © Dale Young | Year Posted 2011
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