“How do I know that my youth’s 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 recall where my get up has been.
Old age is golden, so I’ve heard it said,
But sometimes I wonder, when I get into bed.
My years in a drawer and tea in a cup,
My eyes on the table until I wake up.
The sleep dims my eyes, I say to myself –
‘Is there anything else I should lay on the shelf?’
And I am 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 of 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.
I walked 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.
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 busy myself with complete repetition.
I get up each morning, 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.”
No matter what happens...
somebody will find a way to take it too seriously.
~Dave Barry~ "Things That It Took Me 50 Years to Learn"
The most pleasant and useful persons are those who leave some
of the problems of the universe for God to worry about.
© Tina's Prayer Gate
May 2, 2013