How do I know my youth has been 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 the places my get up has been.
Old age is golden, so I’ve heard it said
But sometimes I wonder, as I get into bed.
With my ears in a drawer, and my teeth in a cup
And my eyes on the table until I get up.
Ere sleep dims my eyes, I say to my self
“Is there any thing else I should lay on the shelf”?
But I am happy to say as I close my door,
My friends are the same, only more even more.
When I was young, my slippers were red
I could kick up my heels over my head
When I grew older my slippers were blue
But still I could dance, the whole night thru.
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 I really don’t mind, as I reminisce
My get up and go gave me such wonderful bliss.
Since I am retired from life’s competition.
I busy myself with complete repetition.
I get up in the morning, dust off my wits
Pick up my 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.