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MY "GET UP AND GO" HAS "GOT UP AND WENT How do I know that my youth is all spent? Well, my "Get up and go" has goo up and went. But in spite of it all, I am able to grin When I recall where my get up has been. Old age is golden, so I've heard it said, But sometimes I v;onder, when I get in bed With my ears in a drawer, my teeth in a cup. My eyes on the table until I wake up. I think to myself Is there anything else I can lay 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 my heels right over my head. When I grew older, my slippers were blue, But still I could dance the whole night through. Now I am old my slippers are black, 1 walk to the store, and puff my way back. The reason I know that my youth is ail spent My "Get up and Go" has "Got up and Went". But I really don't mind when 1 think with a grin Of all the good places my "get up" has been. Since I have retired from life's competition I busy myself with complete repetition. I get up each morning, and dust off my wits, Pick up the paper and read the ob-ites. If my name is missing, I know I'm not dead. So I eat a good breakfast and go back to bed. Author A Nice Old Lady.