The sun has never completely set, Upon the old lady’s memory, She can still recall her childhood, The days that used to be. Faces of her classmates, And not all of them were kind, The old lady can still visualise, They often come to mind. The sun has never set Upon events that have meant so much, Her wedding and her family, A baby’s gentle touch. Happiness and sadness Both part of life’s rich tapestry, Joy and sorrow have played a part In the old lady’s memory. Joy and trouble have walked hand in hand, Have been hers down through the years, Laughter and pure happiness Have merged with smiles and tears. Illness, too, has played its part, Faith has supported frailty, Has been an essential part of life For that old lady who is me.