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Golden
Old Age
"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."
Retirement
- The Best Days Of Your Life
By Josie
Whitehead
Goodbye
to work, you're on a high - it's the best day of your life!
You gladly hand the reins over - goodbye to toil and strife.
When morning comes, you lie in bed and you look up at the ceiling
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There's no-one here to harrass you - I know just how you're feeling.
The sun shines through the window, you hear the clatter of some feet
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It's people who are off to work, you can hear them in the street.
Within you comes a warming glow - your new life just is starting.
There's cards from many work-friends who were sad at your departing.
But you must arise, get dressed and out - there's no time left to
lose.
Make the most of it, the day is yours - just do exactly as you choose.
Just why should you feel guilty on the best day of your life?
"Because I said a cheerio to my poor, still working wife".
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be thinking about
trading it in for a newer model. I've got bumps and dents and
scratches in my finish and my paint job is getting a little dull,
but that's not the worst of it.
My headlights are out of focus and it's especially
hard to see
things up close. My traction is not as graceful as it once was.
I slip and slide and skid and bump into things even in the best of
weather.
My whitewalls are stained with varicose veins. It takes me hours to
reach my maximum speed. My fuel rate burns inefficiently.
But here's the worst of it -- Almost every time I sneeze, cough or
sputter.....
either my radiator leaks or my exhaust backfires!
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