My
Get Up And Go Has Went
How
do I know my youth is all spent ?
Well
my get up and go has got up and went.
But
in spite or it all I'm still able to grin
When
I think of where my get up has been
.
Old
age is golden or so I've heard said
But
sometimes I wonder when I go to bed,
With
my ear in a drawer and 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 lay on the shelf
?
But
I'm happy to say as I close the door,
My
friends are the same, Or perhaps even more,.
Now
when I was young my slippers where Red,
I
could kick my heels right over my head.
When
I grew older my slippers were Blue,
But
I could still cycle the-whole day through.
Now
I am old, My slippers are Black
I
‘WALK’ to the store and puff my way back
The
reason I know my youth is all spent,
Is
my get up and go has got up and went,
But
I Don't mind when I think with a grin
of
all the grand places my get up has been.
And
since I've retired from life’s competition
My
armchair's the place to be doing my wishing.
I
get up each morning and dust off my wits,
Pick
up the paper and read the 'obits',
If
I see my names missing I know I'm not dead,
So
I eat a good breakfast and go back to bed.
Gerry
A Trick
Probably
penned by Sid Honeyball , Addiscombe Member and RTTC Time Keeper
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