Page #: 2/2 |
@bozzalad | 16 April 15 | |
Now I'm still 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 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 busy myself with complete repetition.
|
||
@bozzalad | 16 April 15 | |
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 good breakfast and go back to bed.
|
||
@flossi | 16 April 15 | |
|
||
@fummmy | 17 April 15 | |
It's the last section of a rhyme I know as 'His Life'
|
||
@birdy | 17 April 15 | |
Eurgh.
|
||