Old Folks Are Worth a Fortune
Old folks are worth a fortune:
With silver in their hair,
Lead in their feet,
And gas in their stomachs.
I have become more social with the passing of the years;
Some might even call me a fivolous old gal.
I'm seeing five gentlemen every day.
As soon as I wake up, Will power helps me get out of bed.
Then I go see John.
Then Charley Horse comes along,
And when he's here he takes a lot of my time and attention.
When he leaves, Arthur Ritis shows up and stays the rest of the day.
( He doesn't like to stay in one place very long,
so he takes me from joint to joint.)
After such a busy day, I'm really tired and glad to go to bed-with Ben Gay.
What a life !
P.S. The Preacher came to call the other day.
He said that at my age I should be thinking about the hereafter.
I told him I do - all the time.
No matter where I am - in the parlor, upstairs in the kitchen,
Or down in the basement,
I ask myself,
"Now, what am I here after ?"
Anonymous
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