Young At Heart

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I found this old poem in my wife’s fathers old things,
He may have written the poem about what life brings.
It sounds a lot like some of the things he used to say,
So I am sharing it with you all on this very fine day.

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“Young At Heart”

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“How do I know my youth has been spent,
Because my get-up-and-go, got up and went,
But in spite of all that, I’m able to grin
When I think where my get-up-and-go has been.

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Old age is golden, I’ve heard it said,
But sometimes I wonder as I go to bed,
My ears in a drawer, my teeth in a cup,
My eyes on a table until I wake up.

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When I was young, my slippers were red,
I would kick up my heels up over my head.
When I grew older my slippers were blue,
Still I could stay up the whole night through.

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Now that I am old, my slippers are black,
I walked to the corner and puffed my way back,
The reason I know my youth is spent,
My get-up-and-go has got-up-and-went.

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I get up each morning and dust off my wits,
Pick up the 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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By Bill Barringer (I think)

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Thanks for reading “Young At Heart”
Bill