Poem : Old Folks Are Worth A Fortune

Old Folks Are Worth A Fortune

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 tired and glad to go to bed,
with Ben Gay!

P.S. The preacher came to call the other day.
He said that at my age I should be
thinking about the hear-after.
I told him I do, all the time.
No matter where I am,
in the kitchen or down in the basement,
I ask myself, “Now what am I here after?”

2 thoughts on “Poem : Old Folks Are Worth A Fortune”

  1. This hung on my grandmas wall forever, she past away last year but sitting on a family vacation my mom and my kids and I just revisited grandmas wall on this site, we all laughed…

  2. lovely poem. i liked the ‘arthur rirtis’ part. please, i would like to use dis image on my blog. this website will be acknowledged.

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