Old Folks Are Worth A Fortune
With silver in their hair, gold in their teeth, stones in their kidneys,
lead in their feet and gas in their stomachs.
I have become a lot more social with the passing of the years; some might
even call me a frivolous old gal. I'm seeing five gentlemen every day.
As soon as I wake, Will Power helps me get out of bed. Then I go see John.
Then Charley Horse comes along, and when he is here, he takes a lot of my
time and attention. When he leaves, Arthur Ritis shows up and stays the rest
of the day. (He doesn't like to stay in one place very long, so he takes me
from joint to joint.) After such a busy day, I'm really tied and glad to go
to bed - with Ben Gay. What a life!
PS: The preacher came to call the other day. He said that at my age, I
should be thinking about the hereafter. I told him I do - all the time. No
matter where I am - in the parlor, upstairs in the kitchen or down in the
basement - I ask myself, "Now, what am I here after?"
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