Whatddya' mean FEEL? We ARE old.
How do I know my youth is all spent?
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!
When I was young, my slippers were red;
I could kick up my heels right over my head.
When I was older my slippers were blue,
But still I could dance the whole night through.
Now I am older, my slippers are black.
I huff to the store and puff my way back.
But never you laugh; I don't mind at all:
I'd rather be huffing than not puff at all!
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!
- Pete Seeger