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Some wonderful works of literary art come to us from sources of unknown origin. Such is the following anonymous poem entitled, Young at Heart.

How do I know my youth has been spent?
'Cause my "get-up-and-go" got up and went!
But in spite of all that, I'm able to grin
when I think of where my "get-up-and-go" has been!

Old age is golden. I've heard it said.
But sometimes I wonder as I go to bed--
my ears in a drawer, my teeth in a cup,
my eyes on the table until I wake up.

When I was young, my slippers were red.
I could kick my heels up 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 corner and puff my way back.
The reason I know my youth has been spent--
my "get-up-and-go" got up and went!

I get up each mornin' and dust off my wits;
pick up the paper and read the obits.
If my name is missin', I know I ain't dead,
so I eat a good breakfast and go back to bed.

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