LAUGHTER CAN KEEP YOU GOING
When I was young, my slippers were red;
I could kick my heels well over my head.
As I grew older my slippers were blue;
But stil I could dance the whole night thru.
But now I'm old, my slippers are black,
My step is slow, my energy slack.
The reason I know my youth has been spent,
My get up and go has got up and went.
But I don't mind, when I think with a grin,
Of all the places my get up has been.
Since I have retired from life's competition
I find each day an exact 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 big breakfast and go back to bed.