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An Old Ode
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Old-age is golden, or so I've heard it said,
But sometimes I wonder as I crawl into bed,
With my ears in the drawer, my teeth in a cup,
My glasses on the table, until I get up.
As sleep dims my vision, I say to myself
IS there anything else I should lay on the shelf?
The reason I know my youth is all spent?
Is my get-up-and-go has got up and went!
But, in spite of it all, I'm able to grin
And think of the places my getup has been!
But sometimes I wonder as I crawl into bed,
With my ears in the drawer, my teeth in a cup,
My glasses on the table, until I get up.
As sleep dims my vision, I say to myself
IS there anything else I should lay on the shelf?
The reason I know my youth is all spent?
Is my get-up-and-go has got up and went!
But, in spite of it all, I'm able to grin
And think of the places my getup has been!
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