How do I know my youth is all spent?
Well, my get up and go has got up and went.
But in spite of it all I'm able to grin
When I think of where my get up has been.

Old age is golden, so I've heard it said,
But sometimes I wonder as I get into 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 sh…