OLD FOLKS ARE WORTH A FORTUNE

WITH SILVER IN THIER HAIR,GOLD IN THIER

TEETH,STONES IN THIER KIDNEYS,LEAD IN

THIER FEET AND GAS IN THIER STOMACHS.

I HAVE BECOME A LOT MORE SOCIAL WITH

THE PASSING OF YEARS; SOME MIGHT CALL ME

A FRIVOLOUS OLD GAL. I'M SEEING FIVE

GENTELMAN EVERY DAY.

AS SOON AS I WAKE,WILL POWER HELPS ME

GET OUT OF BED.THEN I GO SEE JOHN.THEN

CHARLEY HORSE COMES ALONG,AND WHEN HE

IS HERE HE TAKES A LOT OF MY TIME AND

ATTENTION.WHEN HE LEAVES ,ARTHUR RITIS

SHOWS UP AND STAYS THE REST OF THE DAY.

(HE DOESEN'T LIKE TO STAY IN ONE PLACE VERY

LONG,SO HE TAKES ME FROM JOINT TO JOINT).

AFTER SUCH A BUSY DAY,I'M REALLY TIRED

AND GLAD TO GO TO BED WITH BEN GAY.

WHAT A LIFE!

P.S. THE PREACHER CAME TO CALL THE

OTHER DAY. HE SAID THAT AT MY AGE,

I SHOULD BE THINKING ABOUT THE HERAFTER.

I TOLD HIM I DO, ALL THE TIME, NO MATTER

WHERE I AM ,IN THE PARLOR, UPSTAIRS, IN

THE KITCHEN OR DOWN IN THE BASEMENT,

I ASK MYSELF,

" NOW WHAT AM I HERE AFTER?"

AUTHOR UNKNOWN

"JAS"