Rosy May

Poem By Francis Duggan

A plump and round faced woman in her early forties with shoulder length brown hair that's turning gray
The best loved person in the neighbourhood the happy go lucky Rosy May
Her husband is Bert they have three school going children two girls and a younger boy
A very happy family and the gift of life they do seem to enjoy.

A woman who finds it easy for to laugh and easy for to smile
And nothing false about her one untainted by guile
Down to earth and unconceited one who makes light of care
Financially not well off but in unmaterial things a millionaire.

Bert is such a lucky fellow to have such a lovely wife
A devoted and hard working family woman she never moans about life
Her marvellous gift of laughter cannot be bought or sold
'Tis something money cannot buy it is worth more than gold.

If everyone were only like her a happier World 'twould be
We would not have wars and terrorism and crimes against humanity
I cannot name a happier thing than a happy smiling face
Without such people life would seem boring and the World to live in a far worse place.

The darling of our neighbourhood is the lighthearted Rosa May
As happy as the dancing flowers on a breezy Summer's day
All of the money in the World could not buy what this one woman possess
Her marvellous gift of laughter her key to happiness.

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