My Get Up & Go Has Got Up & Went

How do I know my youth is all spent?
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 the places my get up has been.

Old age is golden, I've heard it said,
But sometimes I wonder, as I get into bed.

My ears in a drawer, my teeth in a cup,
My eyes on the table until I wake up.

Ere sleep dims my eyes, I say to myself,
"Is there anything else I should lay on the shelf.?

I'm 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 up 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 walk to the corner and slowly drag back.

The reason I know my youth is all spent,
My get up and go, has got up and went.

But I don't really mind, when I think with a grin,
Of all the grand places my get up has been.

Since I've retired from life's competition,
I busy myself with complete repetition.

I get up each morning, dust off my wits,
Pick up the paper and read the "Obits:,

If my name is not there, I know I'm not dead,
So I get a good breakfast and go back to bed.

Kate Danner, USA