How do I know my youth is all spent?
My get up and go just got up and went.
But in spite of it all
I'm able to grin
and think of the places
my get up has been.
Old age is golden,
so I've heard said.
But sometimes I wonder
as I crawl into bed.
With my ears in a drawer,
my teeth in a cup
My eyes on the table until I wake up
As sleep dims my vision, I say to myself
Is there anything else
I should put on the shelves?
But donations are warring
and business is vexed
I'll still stick around to see
what happens next
How do I know my youth is all spent?
My get -up -and -go just got up and went
But in spite of it all, I'm able to grin
And think of the places my
get -up has been
When I was younger, my slippers were red
I could kick up my heels
right over my head
When I was older, my slippers were blue
But still I could dance the
whole night through
Now I am older, my slippers are black
I huff to the store, and I puff my way back
But never you laugh, I don't mind at all
I'd rather be huffing than I puff at all
And how do I know my youth is all spent?
My gallop and go just got up and went
But in spite of it all, I'm able to grin
And think of the places my get -up
has been
I get up each morning
and dust off my wits
Open the paper and read the old bits
If I'm not in there, I know I'm not dead
So I eat a good breakfast
and go back to bed
And how do I know my youth is all spent?
My get -up -and -go just got up and went
But in spite of it all, I'm able to grin
And think of the places my
get -up has been
How do I know my youth is all spent
My get -up -and -go just got up and went
But in spite of it all
I'm able to grin
And think of the places my get
-up has been
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