Not a kid anymore, and feeling it
I’ve spent too much time of late trying to figure out why and where my get-up has gone. Most obviously, I’m not a kid anymore, but this feeling is a recent event. I need to get that "get-up" back, before it is too late. Can any of you help me?
I’ve been a member of the Superior YMCA since the year it was built in 1973. Before that at other Y’s in Mankato, Minn. and other places for many years, but fairly recently, I lost my get up and go. I played handball until I was 80 years old and since have spent many hours in the fitness center trying to stay fit, but:
My get-up-and-go has got up and went.
This is a rather recent event.
And I’d truly like that lazy vent.
To get out of my tent.
I taxed my remaining brain cells, time after time, for assistance. I even Googled for help and there I found an anonymous poem that said it succinctly. I copied the following thinking the old folks who read this aging column, will appreciate this poem:
Old age is golden, or so I’ve heard said,
But sometimes I wonder, as I crawl into bed,
With my ears in a drawer, my teeth in a cup,
My eyes on the table until I wake up.
As sleep dims my vision, I say to myself,
Is there anything else I should lay on the shelf?
But, though nations are warring and Congress is vexed,
We will stick around to see what happens next.
How do I know my youth is all spent?
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 get-up has been!
I get up each morning and dust off my wits,
Open the paper, and read the obits.
If I’m not there, I know I’m not dead,
So I eat a good breakfast and go back to bed.
The older readers, like me can verify that some of that plays out in old fogies like us. Is it too late or is there some magic wand or potion that would help us recoup?
I won’t hold my breath.
Bernie Hughes, Ed.D, is a retired educator who resides in Superior. He can be reached at email@example.com.