Relationship is not just holding hands
while you understand each other.
It’s also having lots of misunderstandings
and still not leaving each other’s hands.
Old age is golden, or so I’ve heard it said,
But sometimes I wonder, as I crawl into bed,
With my ears in a drawer, my teeth in a cup,
My glasses on the table until I get up.
As sleep dims my vision, I say to myself:
Is there anything else I should lay on the shelf?
The reason I know my youth is all spent?
Is 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!
~ Courtesy of Facebook