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Jesse · 02-22-2015, 11:51 AM

My Get Up and Go Has Got Up and Went

How do I know that 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 think of the places my get up has been.
Old age is golden, So I've heard said
But sometimes I wonder, as I get into bed.
With my ears in a drawer, my teeth in a cup
And my eyes on the table until I wake up.
Ere sleep dims my eyes I say to myself
"Is there anything else I can put on the shelf?"
And I'm happy to say as I close the door
"My friends are the same, perhaps even more."
When I was a young thing my slippers were red,
I could kick my heels as high as my head.
Then when I was older, my slippers were blue,
But still I could walk the whole day through.
Now I'm still 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.
But really, I 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,
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.

02-22-2015, 11:51 AM	#751
Jesse Infamous Member How Do You Identify?: Transguy Preferred Pronoun?: He Relationship Status: single Join Date: Jun 2010 Location: Central West Coast of Florida Posts: 5,204 My Photo Gallery Thanks: 34,866 Thanked 17,782 Times in 3,940 Posts Rep Power: 21474857	My Get Up and Go Has Got Up and Went How do I know that 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 think of the places my get up has been. Old age is golden, So I've heard said But sometimes I wonder, as I get into bed. With my ears in a drawer, my teeth in a cup And my eyes on the table until I wake up. Ere sleep dims my eyes I say to myself "Is there anything else I can put on the shelf?" And I'm happy to say as I close the door "My friends are the same, perhaps even more." When I was a young thing my slippers were red, I could kick my heels as high as my head. Then when I was older, my slippers were blue, But still I could walk the whole day through. Now I'm still 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. But really, I 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, 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. __________________ “You’re so hard on yourself. Take a moment. Sit back. Marvel at your life: at the grief that softened you, at the heartache that widened you, at the suffering that strengthened you. Despite everything, you still grow. Be proud of this.”