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Poem - The Value of Old Age

The Value Of Old Age

Remember, old folks are worth a fortune.
With silver in their hair, gold in their teeth, stones in their kidneys and gas in their stomachs.
I have become a little older since I last wrote to you and changes have come into my life.
I am quite a frivolous old girl now and I am seeing five gentlemen each day.
As soon as I wake up Will Power helps me out of bed.
Then I visit Lou.
Next it's time for Mr Quaker to give me my oats.
They leave, and Arthur Ritis shows up and stays with me for the rest of the day.
He doesn’t stay in one place, he takes me from joint to joint.
After such a busy day, I am ready for bed with Johnny Walker.
What a life! And oh yes, I have started flirting with Al Zymer.
The Vicar came the other day and said "at your age your should be thinking of the hereafter."
I told him "I do, no matter where I am, in the lounge or in the bedroom, in the kitchen or in the cellar, I ask myself - now what am I in here after?"

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