Classic Poem

The widow was grey and tired and old,
She'd lots of courage but not much gold.
She read the stories of the Huns,
But put her faith in British guns.

The widow was old and tired and grey,
She sat and knitted from day to day.
“We each must do our bit,” said she,
“It's very cold for those at sea!”

The widow was old and poor, alack!
She had one son, and his name was Jack.
She looked around her home each day
To see what she could give away!

The widow was old, but she was brave,
And everything she could she gave.
Until at last there came, alack!
A day when she had only Jack.

The widow was sad, as sad could be,
But “England is worth my best,” said she.
And so, brave soul! kept nothing back,
But gave her all, her one son Jack!