"My Get Up And Go"

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 am able to grin
When I think of the places my get up has been.

Old age is golden, so I've heard it said,.
But sometimes I wonder as I get into bed,
With my ears in the drawer, and my teeth in a cup,
And my eyes on the shelf until I wake up.

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

But now that I'm old, my slippers are black.
I walk to the store, and I puff my way back.
The reason I know that my youth is all spent?
Well...my get up and go has got up and went!

But still as I muse, I am able to grin,
When I recall the grand places my get up has been.
Since I've retired from life's competition,
I accommodate myself with complete repetition.

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.