Tuesday, January 7, 2014


How do I know that my youth has been spent?
Because my get up and go, got up and went.
But in spite of all that, I am able to grin
When I think where my get up and go has been.

When I was young my slippers were red,
I could kick my heels right over my head.
When I grew older my slippers were blue,
But still I could dance the whole night through.
Now I am old, my slippers are black,
I walk to the corner and puff my way back.
The reason I know my youth is spent -
My get up and go has got up and went.

But I really don't mind when I think with a grin,
Of all the places my get up has been.
Since I retired from life's competition,
I busy myself with complete repetition.
I get up each morning, 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...

Or I sit here and type things to fill this blog.

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