My Get Up and Go has Got Up and Went

August 24, 2012 chris
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 How do I now my youth is all spent?

Well, my get up and go has got up and went,

But in spite of it all I am able to grin.

When I think of the places my get up has been.

Old age is golden, So I’ve heard said

But sometimes I wonder, as I get into bed.

With my ears in a drawer, my teeth in a cup

And my eyes on the table until I wake up.

Ere sleep dims my eyes I say to myself

“Is there anything else I can put on the shelf?”

And I’m happy to say as I close the door

“My friends are the same, perhaps even more”

When I was a young thing my slippers were red,

I could kick my heels as high as my head.

Then when I was older, my slippers were blue,

But I could still walk the whole day through.

Now I’m still older, 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, I don’t mind when I think with a grin,

Of all the grand places my get up has been.

Since I have retired from life’s competition

I busy myself with complete repetition.

I get up each morning and 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.

God grant me the senility to forget the people I never liked anyway,

the good fortune to run into the ones I do,

and the eyesight to tell the difference.