My Gift To My Great Grandmother

We sometimes complain that times are rough.
Money is tight and the going is tough.
The problem of life seems to conspire
To shake you, break you, and drag you through mire
It's a tradition to rise up to conditions.
You sometimes worry or stew or fret
When public opinion is against you
And false rumors arouse suspicion
It's a tradition to rise above conditions.
On the pathway of life you have aims and ambitions
to make your mark and pay the world your tuition.
Some folks may laugh at your rendition but remember
It's a tradition to rise above conditions
So whatever your task in life may be,
Keep on climbing fancy free.
Give your life to God in humble submission,
Keep on living the tradition.