Edward Holdsworth
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 of it all, I’m able to grin
When I think of just where my get up has been.
Old age is golden, so I’ve heard say,
But sometimes I wonder when I get into 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 bed door,
My friends are the same, perhaps even more.
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 I could still dance the whole night 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 at all when I think with a grin
Of all the grand places my get up has ‘bin’.
And since I’ve retired from life’s competition
I get up each morning and dust off my wits,
Pick up the paper and read the obits.
If I see my name missing I know I’m not dead,
So I eat a good breakfast and go back to bed.
by Edward Holdsworth