Bob Isleifson,Gettin Old</head><body><center><center><img src=http://www.saviodsilva.com/p1.gif border=0 alt=Saviodsilva></center><hr color=3C00FF size=4><br><font size=4 face=arial><b><a href=40.htm>Bob Isleifson</a></b></font><br><center><img src=http://www.saviodsilva.net/poem/a/1.JPG border=0 alt=Poem></center><br><font size=3 face=arial><b>Gettin Old</a></b></font></center><blockquote><blockquote><p align=left><p align=left><font face=arial size=2><b>Just my version of an oldie but goodie<br>I still remember so clearly<br>What my dear grandmother said to me<br>It's pretty well known both wide and far<br>Just how precious our children are<br>Well the other day I was told<br>You're worth a fortune when you get old<br>With gold in your teeth and silver in your hair<br>Stones in my kidneys and gas to spare<br>With all this wealth I should be gay<br>And I see five gentlemen every day<br>First Will power gets me out of bed<br>Then I visit John and get my newspaper read<br>Next to come is Charley Horse<br>Then Arthur Ritis, he's even worse<br>I don't argue, what's the point?<br>He just takes me from joint to joint<br>And then to finish off my day<br>I go to bed with Ben Gay<br>So why keep on, why do I bother?<br>Well I still have to look after your grandfather.</b></font></p><hr color=0000ca size=3></blockquote></blockquote><center><font size=2 face=arial><b><a href=http://www.isavo.net/poem/sk5.htm>This Poem's Index Page 1</a><br><a href=http://www.yensa.net/poem/sk5.htm>This Poem's Index 2</a><br><a href=http://www.isavo.com/poems.htm>Poetry Website</a><br><a href=http://www.saviodsilva.com>Saviodsilva</a><br><a href=http://www.isavo.com>Isavo Site</a></b></font></center><SCRIPT LANGUAGE=JavaScript SRC=http://www.saviodsilva.org/r/fantasy.js></SCRIPT></body></html>