Appendix 4

Now I am old, my slippers are black, I walk to the corner and puff my way back, The reason I know my youth is spent, My “get up and go” has “got up and went.”

But I really don't mind when think with a grin, of all the places run my “get up” has been, Since I have retired from life's competition, I busy myself with complete repetition.

I get up each morning, dust off my wits, pick up the paper, read the "obits" - If my name is missing I know I’m not dead,sSo I eat a  good breakfast and go back to bed.

Ed & Pegeen Fitzgerald

Station WOR, New York