I’d shake your hand but as you see
(ha ha). My name is Mrs. Grubb.
Welcome to the neighborhood.
A new face is a joy round here.
They come and then they disappear
All the time. So welcome the new
And remember the old, the ones who rise.
I may rise myself someday.
You’d not think so to look at me,
But still it is a possibility.
And yet I’d miss this old beguiling earth.
That’s all my wisdom in a bit of verse.