With stooped shoulders and hair more white than gray
She shuffles to the milk bar every day
And nod her head in greeting say hello
To those she know or feel that she may know.
On her next birthday she will be ninety three
And her dearest wish to reach her century
A century of years well worth a toast
And a feat of which so very few can boast.
She came from hills of distant Pakistan
And settled here and wed an Aussie man
And he passed on some fifteen years ago
But she still live and not much she doesn't know.
For many years a devoted mother and wife
And she has known the ups and downs of life
And her son she has not seen for many years
But she feels now she's had enough of tears.
The good days and the bad days she has seen
But she say this the happiest she has ever been
And she look to the future years in hope
And age no burden she know how to cope.
So far away from Asia she will die
And her ashes spread beneath Australian sky
This woman from the hills of Pakistan
And widow of Australian working man.
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