My "Get up and Go" got up and went
How do I know my youth has been spent?
Because my get up and go got up and went!
But in spite of it all, I am able to grin
When I think were my get up and go has been!
Old age is golden, I have heard it said,
but I sometimes wonder as I go to bed,
My ears in a drawer, my teeth in a cup,
My eyes on a table until I wake up,
Ere sleep dims my eyes I say to myself,
"Is there anything else I can lay on the shelf?"
I am happy to say, as I close the door,
My friends are the same as in days of yore.
When I was young, my slippers were red,
I could kick up my heels right over my head.
When I grew older my slippers were blue,
But I could dance the whole night through!
Now I am old, my slippers are black,
I walk to the corner and puff my way back.
The reason I know my youth has been spent,
My get up and go has got up and went!
But I really don't mind when I think with a grin
Of all the places my get up has been!
Since I 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!
Anonymous
Submitted by Jane S
Experience . . . Is what you get when you don't get what you want.