Who remembers Bonnie's recitations?
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 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?" And I'm happy to say as I close the door, My friends are the same as the days of yore.
When I was young and my slippers were red, I could kick my feet clear over my head. Then I grew elder and my slippers were blue, Still I could dance the whole night thru.
Now I am old and my slippers are black, I walk to the corner and puff my way back. The reason I know that my youth has been spent My get up and go has got up and went.
But, really, I 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 find every day an exact 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 big breakfast and go back to bed.----- Author unknown