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When I grew older my slippers were blue. But I could still dance the whole night through. Now that I am old my slippers are black. I walk to the corner and puff my way back. The reason I know my youth is spent. My get-up-and-go got up and went. I get up each morning dust off my wits.
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! I get up each morning and dust off my wits, Open the paper, and read the Obits. If I’m not there, I know I’m not dead, So I eat a good breakfast and go back to bed!
Well, my get up and go has got up and went, But in spite of it all I am able to grin. When I think of the places my get up has been. Old age is golden, So I've heard said But sometimes I wonder, as I get into bed. With my ears in a drawer, my teeth in a cup And my eyes on the table until I wake up. Ere sleep dims my eyes I say to myself
Scottish Poetry Selection - I'm Fine Thank You. Here is poem which preaches the practical benefit of positive thinking as we grow old! I understand that the poem was written was written around 1953 by Constance O’Neon.
My get up and go has got up and went. In spite of it all, I'm able to grin. When I think of the places my get up has been. Old age is golden, I think I've heard said. But sometimes I wonder as I crawl into bed. My ears in a drawer, my teeth in a cup. My eyes on the table until I wake up.
I decided that "My Get Up and Go Has Got Up and Went" would be a good poem to deconstruct, to figure out why this simple poem has endured among the masses, even touching folk singer Pete Seeger enough to write a melody for it.
Chorus: F . C . How do I know if my youth is all spent? G7 . C . My get up and go, has got up and went. F . C . But in spite of it all, I’m able to grin G7 . . C . . . And think of the places my get up has been. C . G7 . . . C . Old age is golden, so I’ve heard said, but sometimes I wonder as I crawl into bed. F . C . D7 . .
