In A Cup"
My Get-Up And Go Has Got-Up And Went!
How do I know that my youth is all spent?
When 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 where my get-up has been!
Old age is golden, so I have heard said
But sometimes I wonder when I get into bed
With my ears in a drawer, my teeth in a cup
My eyes on the table, until I wake up.
Ere sleep dims my senses, I say to myself
Is there anything else I should have laid on the shelf?
And I'm happy to say, as I close my door
My friends are the same, perhaps even more.
When I was young my slippers were red
I could kick up my heels, way over my head.
But when I grew older, my slippers were blue
I still could dance the whole night through.
But now I am 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 I really 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 competition
I get up in the 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.