My Get and Go

My Get Up and Go

My Get Up and Go Has Got Up and Went

By Sam Brenner, Retiree

How do I know my youth Is all spent?

Well, my get up and go has got up and went.

But in spite of it all -- I'm able to grin

When I think of where we get up has been.

Old age is golden, so I've heard it said

But sometimes I wonder as I get into bed

With my ears in a drawer, my teeth in a cup

My eyes on the table, until I wake up.

Ere sleep dims my eyes, I say to myself,

"is there anything else that should go on the shelf?"

I am happy to say as I close my door

My friends are the same, only perhaps even more.

When I was young, my slippers were red,

I could kick my heel right over my head;

When I grew older my slippers were blue

But I could still dance the whole night through.

Now I am old, my slippers are black,

I walk to the store and puff my way back.

The reason I know -- my youth is all spent,

My get up and go has got up and went.

But 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 complete repetition.

I get up each morning -- I dust off my wits,

Pick up the papers and read the "Obits."

If my name isn't mentioned, I know I'm not dead

So I eat a good breakfast and go back to bed.

THE ANT'S EVANGELISM.

by Adlai Esteb

There's a story I've been hearing

With a lesson that's most cheering.

And I'm sure that you will want to hear it, too.

Well, a man was eating pastry---

And it must have been quit tasty---

When he thought of something he would lie to do.

He was sitting at his table.

Eating all that he was able

When he spied a little ant upon the floor.

Placing ant upon his pastry---

Which he'd thought was very tasty---

He was shocked to see the and would eat no more.

But instead, he left the table

Ran as fast as he was able

Down the legs, and then he raced across the floor.

So the man gave close inspection

And he followed the direction

As he saw the and rush through the open door.

On the street the ant found others---

I don't know if friends or brothers,

But what he said just seemed to thrill them all.

And not one made an indictment,

Every ant with great excitement

Turned to follow him in answer to his call.

He led then to that table

Where they ate all they ware able,

And the man stood by inspired by what he'd seen.

At he thought of all his neighbors

And how circumscribed his labors,

He was shamed to be so selfish and so mean

We believe the gospel story

And we long for Heaven's glory"

Let the world behold our hope to us is real.

And the message will grow sweeter

And our feet will be much fleeter

When we get the ant's evangelistic zeal.

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