My wife saw this the other day and bought it for me. I am not sure, if it's a hint to tell me to do more washing up , or something else I hope that no one is offended by this, as it's just meant to be fun
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
In spite of it all, I'm able to grin
When I think of where my get up has been
Old age is golden, so I've heard It said
But sometimes I wonder, when I get out of bed,
With my ear in s 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, perhaps even more
When I was young my slippers were red
I could kick my heels over my head
When I get 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, 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 schedules all scheduled (with complete repetition)
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.
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I always say that we may have this illness, but we are all so different.
This is my own daily problems, but I would gladly share anyone elses, if they send them in,