An old fashioned way with her modest style abode

In brilliant hearts do fade as some have been tempered cold
She makes good use of her time with a smile cause she knew
All the while the world is turning evil & mean
In her Bible she leaves a column so very clear

A heart saturated with dear truth is so very dear
Many pillage in a conquest of haphazard ways
Some get lost in its purple type haze?
Yet grandma always shared her shoulder to cry

The dainty whisper in her delicate lulabye,
She chooses the road of repentance in every circumstance
Holds her head up high with her smile below
In crafted elegant ways she may sip a little gin underneath the green mistletoe?

Yet we all have one in each of our family's
Many choose not to thank them?
Yet I simply disagree!
A society today bent on high healed Hell bent destruction!

We search for the inner words yet refuse to check the oven?
A sorrowful sight of anguished in peril
Sight has taken over & today no one really cares.
About what was well respected & lifted highly abode

Now we do what we are told until the very rights of us are sold?