"::darkshadows::" <blood@thirsty.net> wrote in
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> PONDERING OLD AGE
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> How do I know that my youth is all spent?
> Well, my get up and go has got up and went.
> But in spite of it all I am able to grin
> when I recall where my get up has been.
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> Old age is golden-so I've heard it said-
> but sometimes I wonder when I get into bed,
> with my ears in a drawer and my teeth in a cup,
> my eyes on the table until I wake up.
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> Ere sleep dims my eyes I say to myself,
> "Is there anything else I should lay on the shelf?"
> And I'm happy to say as I close my door,
> my friends are the same, perhaps even more.
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> When I was young, my slippers were red,
> I could pick up my heels right over my head.
> When I grew older, my slippers were blue,
> but still I could dance the whole night through.
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> But 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,
> my get up and go has got up and went.
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> 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's competition,
> I accommodate myself with complete repetition.
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> I get up each morning, and dust off my wits,
> pick up my 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.
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Dont ponder, just live and enjoy yourself.
Mercury
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