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My Youth is Spent

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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 grinWhen I think of where my get up has been.

Old age is golden, so I've heard it said,But sometimes I wonder as I get into bed--With my ears in a drawer, my teeth in a cup,My eyes on the table until I wake up&md;

Ere sleep dims my eyes I say to myself,Is there anything else I should have laid on the shelf?I'm happy to say as I close my doorMy friends are the same--only perhaps even more

When I was young, my slippers were red;I could kick up my heels right over my head.When I grew older my slippers were blueBut still I could 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 spentMy 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've retired from life's competitionI busy myself with complete repetition.

I get up each morning, dust off my wits,Pick up the paper and read the "O-bits";If my name is missing, I know I'm not dead,So I eat a good breakfast and go back to bed!!