My Get Up And Go Has Got Up And Went
How do I know my youth
is all spent?
Well, my get-up-and-go has got-up-and-went!
But in spite of it all I'm able to grin when,
I think of where my get-up-and-go has been.
Old age is golden, so I've heard it said.
But sometimes I wonder as I get into bed.
With ears in a drawer, my teeth in a cup,
My eyes on the table until I wake up.
Ere sleep dim my eyes, I say to myself,
Is there anything else I should have laid on the shelf?
I'm happy to say as I close my door,
My friends are the same, perhaps even more.
When I was young my slippers were red.
I could kick my heels right over my head.
When I grew older my slippers were blue,
But still I could dance the whole night through.
Now I am old my slippers are black.
I walk to the store and puff my way back.
The reason I know my youth is all spent.
My get up and go has got up and went.
But really don't mind when I think with a grin,
Of the grand places my get up and go has been.
Since I've retired from life's competition,
I busy myself with complete repetition.
I get up each morning, dust off my wits,
Pick up the paper and read the obits.
If my name is missing I know I'm not dead.
So I eat a good breakfast and go back to bed.
~ author unknown ~
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