"Middle Age," a poem, undated

Item — Box: 1, Folder: 10

Identifier: 017.01.10.1h

Staff Only

Scope and Contents

A poem, typed in green ink on a paper card, reads as follows:

When I was young my slippers were red/ I could kick my heels right over my head/ When I got older my slippers were blue/ But I still could dance the whole night through.
Now that I'm old my slippers are black./ I walk to the corner and puff my way back./ So the reason I know that my youth is spent/ Is my get up and go has got up and went.
But I really don't mind, when I think with a grin,/ Of all the places my get up has been./ Since I have retired from life's compositions/ I busy myself with complete repetition.
I get up each morning, dust off my wits,/ Pick up the paper and read the "Obits,"/ If my name is missing I know I'm not dead,/ So I eat a good breakfast and go back to bed.

Dates

undated

Conditions Governing Access

Restrictions regarding access to the physcial materials are in place due to COVID precautions.

Extent

From the Collection: 1 Volumes (33 pages, front and back.) : his spineless scrapbook is bound together with a singular brown cord. The scrapbook has a white front and back cover with gold-color detailing. The front cover has the words "Scrap Book" printed in gold-color lettering in the lower right corner. There are three strips of adhesives located on the outside of the scrapbook, where a plastic covering was attached. The plastic cover has been removed, due to discoloration. The pages of the scrapbook are plain, thick construction-type paper. To this paper, photographs and other graphic materials have been attached through various methods, such as tape, glue, staples and clips. Photographs have some fading and discoloration, otherwise the condition is good. General condition of the scrapbook is good. There are 33 pages in total. ; Outer-most dimensions are approx. 12.25 inches x 12.25 inches x 1.25 inches.