MY SLIPPERS

When I was young my slippers were red,
I'd kick up my heels right over my head.

When I grew older my slippers were then blue,
But still I could dance, the whole night thru.

But now I am old, my slippers are black,
I walk to the store and puff my way back.

The reason my youth is now all spent,
My get up and go has got up and went.

I really don't mind when I think with a grin,
Of all the grand places my get up has been.

Since I've retired from life's competition,
I busy myself with redundant repetition.

I get up in the morning and dust off my wits,
Then I pick up the paper and read the obits.

If my name is not there I know I'm not dead,
So I eat a good breakfast and go back to bed.

                          - Anonymous -