jujube
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Old Age is golden, or so it is said,
but sometimes I wonder, as I crawl into bed.
With my ears in a drawer and my teeth in a cup,
and 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 a shelf?
The reason I know that my youth is all spent?
'Cause my get-up-and-go has got-up-and-went!
But in spite of it all, I’m able to grin,
Just to think of the places my get-up has been!
Old Age is golden, or so it is said,
but sometimes I wonder, as I crawl into bed.
With my ears in a drawer and my teeth in a cup,
and 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 a shelf?
The reason I know that my youth is all spent?
'Cause my get-up-and-go has got-up-and-went!
But in spite of it all, I’m able to grin,
Just to think of the places my get-up has been!
