No Get-up And Go
No get-up and go, no energy churnin'
No gas in his tank, his wheels aren't turnin'
The world's all around him, but in it he's not
His long ago vigor has all gone to pot
A pot that's a broiler, a broiler not broilin'
He's much like a top, a top that's not twirlin'
So when it's all over, all done and well said
He'll safely remain in his safe haven bed
He needs an infusion of get-up and go
A burst of vitality to get rid of his woe
Once out of bed, he'll be sharp as a knife
He'll fill up his tank and get on with his life
With new energy churnin', his wheels will be turnin'
His broiler a-broilin' , his top will be twirlin'
He'll be part of that world, the world all around
With his get-up and go that was lost but now found
by Stan Cooper...10/10/2008 graphic by Don Hunt
Poetry by Stan Cooper
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Written on 2008-10-18 at 13:21
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