How do I know my youth is all spent.? My get up and go has got up and went. But in spite of it all, I;m able to grin and think of the places my get up has been.. Old age is golden,so I;ve heard said, But sometime I wonder as I crawl into bed. With my ears in a drawer and my teeth in a cup,my eyes on the table until I wake up. As sleep dims my vision,I say to myself,Is there anything else I should lay on the shelf.? But through nations are warring and business is vexed, Ill still stick around to see what happens next. ..When I was young,my slippers were red. I could kick up my heels right over my head. When I was older ,my slippers were blue, But still I could dance the whole night through.Now I am older,my slippers are black,I huff to the store,and I puff my way back. But never you laugh; I dont mind at all. I;d rather be huffing than not puff at all..I get up each morning and dust off my wits,Open up the paper and read the obits. If Im not there,I know Im not dead. So I eat a good breakfast and go back to bed..>How do I know my youth is all spent.? My get up and go has got up and went.But in spite of it all, Im able to grin, And think of all the places my get up has been. Have a good day,Everybody.....
Posted on: Wed, 03 Dec 2014 14:13:37 +0000
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