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 grin
when I think of where my get up has been.
Old age is golden so I’ve heard said,
But sometimes I wonder when I get into bed.
With my ear in a drawer
and my teeth in a cup,
my eyes on the table until I wake up.
As sleep dim’s 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 slippers over my head.
When I grew older my slippers were blue,
But I could still dance the whole night through.