How do I know 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 recall where my get up and go has been
All age is golden so I’ve heard said,
But sometimes I wonder when I get into bed,
With my ears in a dresser and my teeth in a cup,
My eyes on the table till I wake up;
Ere sleep dims my eyes, I say to myself,
Is there anything else I should lay on the shelf?
I am happy to say as I close the door,
My friends are the same, and perhaps 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 I could dance the whole night through.
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.
I really 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,
I 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.
This is an old one, but a good one that could apply to the Pandemic or old age. I do not know who wrote this to give them credit.