Old age is golden I've often heard it said, but sometimes 1 wonder as I crawl in my bed. With my ears in my drawer, my teeth in a cup and my eyes on a shelf until I wake up. When sleep dims my eyes I think to myself, is there anyhing else I should put on that shelf? The reason I know my youth has been spent, is my-get-up-and-go has got-up-and-went! But. I really don't mnd as I think with a grin, of all the fun places my get-up has been !