Old Folks are Worth a Fortune

June 21, 2013 chris
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Old folks are worth a fortune:

With silver in their hair, gold in their teeth, stones in their kidneys, lead in their feet and gas in their stomachs. I have become a lot more social with the passing of the years: some might even call me a frivolous old gal.

I’m seeing five gentlemen every day. As soon as I wake, Will Power helps me to get out of bed. Then I go to 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 doesn’t like to stay in one place very long, so he takes me from joint to joint.) After a busy day, I’m really tired and glad to go to bed—with Ben Gay. What a life!

P.S. The preacher came by the other day and talked to me about my age. I should be thinking about the hereafter. 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: “To what am I here after?”

So Friend,
When your nights are filled with loneliness and you can’t seem to read or pray, just sit still and let God love you. He who ceases to be your friend never was a good one.