Before she was old, she took canoe trips in the rain
and buried her passions deep within nature poems.
Ten years before she was old, her husband died
and developers paid a mighty price for their dairy farm.
She knew she was getting old, when rest stops in Iowa
changed over to those crazy automated washrooms.
When she was old, God helped with little things (growing tomatoes in her garden)
but was missing on big ticket items (bringing her husband back).
She knew she had lived too long
when her grandson explained extinction to his stuffed polar bear.
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