Get Up And Go
Where has it went?
What if my name isn’t there?

How do I know my youth is all spent?
My get-up-and-go has got up and went.
My joints are still and filled with pain -
The pills that I take, they give me no gain.
I rub in the ointment, like fury I do,
Each pain when it leaves comes back with two.

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, I have heard said,
But sometimes I wonder as I get into bed...
My “ears” on the dresser, my “teeth” in a cup,
My “eyes” on the table until I wake up;
Ere sleep comes each night I say to myself,
“Is there anything else I should lay on the shelf?”

Yet I am happy to know as I close the door,
My friends are the same as in days of yore.
Since I have retired from life’s competition
Each day is filled with complete repetition;
I get up every morning and dust off my wits,
Go pick up the paper and read the “o-bits”;
If my name isn’t there I know I’m not dead -
I get a good breakfast and go back to bed.

The reason I know my youth is all spent -
My get-up-and-go has got up and went.


see also   Aging  Section
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31-Mar-2020