The Original Leprechaun - My Dad

My Get Up and Go Has Got Up and Went

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 am able to grin
When I think where my get-up has been.

Old age is golden, I’ve heard it said
But sometimes I wonder as I get into bed.
My eyes on the table, my teeth in a cup,
My ears in a drawer until I get up.
Ere sleep dims my eyes I say to myself,
Is there anything else I should lay on the shelf?
And I’m 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 up my heels right over my head.

As I grew older, my slippers were blue,
But still I could dance the whole night through.
Now I am old, my slippers are black,
I walk to the store, but puff my way back.

Since I’ve retired from life’s competition,
I busy myself with complete repetition.
I get up in the morning, dust off my wits,
Pick up the paper and read the obits.
If my name is missing, I know I’m not dead,
So I eat a good breakfast and go back to bed.

My get up and go has got-up and went
But I ready won’t mind when I think with a grin,
Of all the grand places my get-up has been.

Author Unknown—

It's hard to believe on Dad's birthday this past week he would have been 98! Here's to My Dad...

In the year 1908,

A boy was born in Ohio, the State.

His birthday fell on a very fun day,

When the Irish get happy and gaily they play.

This boy, he was a charmer,

He lived with his family, his father a farmer.

He left home at a very young age,

Through the states West through desert and sage.

His life consisted of jobs that were varied.

He was free as a bird til the time he got married.

He worked hard all his life as he raised his kids, seven.

He 's now taken his flight to a place that's called Heaven.

My dad was a kidder and always a wit,

Now telling Saint Peter a limeric, I bet!

On St. Patrick's Day we'll always remember,

My dad with thoughts that are loving and tender.