In the din and distant past,
When tempo wasn't fast,
Grandma used to dock and knit,
Crochet, tat and baby sit.
When the kids were "in a jam,"
You could always count on Gram.
In the age of gracious living,
Grandma was the gal for giving.
Grandma now is at the gym,
Exercising to keep slim.
She's out golfing with the bunch,
Taking clients out to lunch.
Going south for sun and surf,
Seeking more exiting turf.
Nothing seems to stop or block her,
Now that Grandma's off her rocker.