Now'er days my mind is cloudy
Age does this to us though
they think we make a fuss.
But what they really mean is
Our brain has turned to rust.
My Get up and Go - just got up and went!
How do I know that my youth is all spent?
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 where my get-up has been!
Old age is golden, so I have heard said
Yet I sometimes wonder when I get out of bed
With my ears in a drawer, my teeth in a cup
My eyes on the table, until I wake up.
As sleep dims my eyes, I say to myself
is there anything else I should have laid on the shelf?
Nevertheless, I am happy to say as I close my door
my friends are the same, perhaps even more.
When I was young my slippers were red
I would kick my heels, right over my head.
As I grew older, my slippers were blue
Still I could dance the whole evening through.
Now I am 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.
However, I really do not 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 life's 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 am not dead.
Therefore, I eat a good breakfast and go back to bed!
