My Get-Up and Go Has Got-Up and Went

Childhood to Old Age
How do I know that my youth is all spent?
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 where my get-up has been.

Old age is golden, so I have heard it said
Yet I sometimes wonder when I get out of bed
With 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 have laid on the shelf?
But 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 would kick my heels, right over my head.
As I grew older my slippers were blue
Still I could dance the whole evening through.
Now I am older, my slippers are black
I walk to the store, and puff my way back

The reason I know my youth is all spent,
My get-up an 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 life's repetition.
I get up each morning and dust off my wits
Pick up the paper and read the Obits (Obituaries)
If my name is missing, I know I am not dead
So I eat my good breakfast and go back to bed.



Pete Seeger sang these lyrics in concert, but he did not write them. On the Internet, this poem is usually claimed to be “anonymous”. Sometimes it is credited to Ebby Rose, Art Davis, G.A. Davis, Marian Johnson, or Len Ingebrigtsen.

According to Pete Seeger’s autobiography, the writer was a newspaper man who refused credit or royalties prefering to remain anonymous which leaves the true identify of the author even more of a mystery.

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Old Folks Are Worth A Fortune
Old folks are worth a fortune
Old Lady Walking
With silver in their hair, gold in their teeth,
stones in their kidneys, lead in their feet
and gas in their stomachs.
I have become more social with the passing of the years
Some might even call me a frivolous old gal.
I'm seeing five gentlemen every day.
As soon as I wake, Will Power helps me get out of bed!
Then I go see John.
Then Charley Horse comes along, and when he is here
He takes a lot of my time and attention.
When he leaves, Arthur Ritis shows up
and stays the rest of the day.
(He doesn't like to stay in one place very long,
so he takes me from joint to joint.)
After such a busy day, I'm really tired
and glad to go to bed ... with Ben Gay.
What a life!
P.S. The preacher came to call the other day.
He said that at my age I should be thinking about the hereafter.
I told him I do - all the time.
No matter where I am,
In the parlor,
Upstairs in the kitchen
Or down in the basement ,
I ask myself, "Now, what am I here after?"

---------Anonymous


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