My Get Up And Go Has Got Up and Went...

How do I know when my youth is 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 think of where my get up has been.

Old age is golden so I've heard said,
But sometimes I wonder when I get into bed
With my ear in the drawer and teeth in a cup,
My eyes on the table until I wake up.

As sleep dims my eye, I say to myself,
Is there anything else I should lay on the shelf?
But I'm happy to say as I close the door,
My friends are the same,perhaps even more.

When I was young my slippers were red.
I could kick my heels up over my head.
When I grew older,my slippers were blue,
But still I could dance the whole night through.

Now I am old and my slippers are black.
I walk to the store and puff my way back.
The reason I know my youth is all spent,
Is that my get up and go has got up and went.

But I dont really mind, when I think with a grin,
Of all the grand places my get up has been.
And since I've retired from life's competition,
My shedules are all sheduled (with complete repetition).

I get up every morning and dust off my wits,
Pick up the paper and read the o'bits.
If I see my name missing, I know I'm not dead,
So I eat a good breakfast and go back to bed.