Crazy old woman

She looked in the mirror and thought real hard it seemed like yesterday she'd been crawlin around. For her hair was grey and skin was loose she looked like Mother Goose. Of course she was no goose even tho she did waddle. For she resembled an old maid and living on the bottle. Tho she had no children nor a husband she was happy with Lucky her trusty doggy companion. Her life seems short but not too fast. For that crazy old woman lived in the past. She lived through war. She lived hate. I have no idea how she lived through the pain. The crazy old woman is not too weak for she is strong like you and me.