Come gather close and listen well of goodness rarely seen.
For I am here to tell you of a woman named Maxine.
Strong of body; strong of mind; but strong of spirit most.
Though always doing what was right, never would she boast.
No, she was not a quiet sort, she was agile with her jokes.
But her wisdom not her humor was what gave the wheel it’s spokes.
I sat with her so near the end and though her flesh was frail,
she told me stories of her life; her mind, it did not fail.
And in that final cigarette, one-twenties burn forever,
I asked if she would ever quit, she grinned and told me “Never.”
And as she slowly took that drag, I finally understood.
It’s not the vices that we keep, it’s that we practice good.
Maxine was one who stood her ground; often times alone.
But she never let it keep her down; the goodness through her shown.
So while she’s far away right now; with Ethel dealing rummy.
Think about those left behind if you get to feeling crummy.
A woman teaches students now because Maxine was strong,
And two writers finished books, she taught us right from wrong.
Children, grand children, friends and wards, the list goes on and on.
And though her flesh has left us now her spirit does live on.
In every word she spoke to us, in every lesson taught.
In every memory we share, everything she thought.
She lives inside us all of us now, for wisdom never dies.
It simply, slowly changes lives. It grows and multiplies.
So do not mourn her too long, for the world has never seen,
A life so well been lived as by the woman named Maxine.