Old Folks Are......

Old Folks Are Worth a Fortune

With silver in their hair, gold in their teeth, lead in their feet, and gas in their stomachs, old folks are worth a fortune.

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 to see John. Then Charley Horse comes along, and when he’s 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 too 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. What a life!

P. S. 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 - in the parlor, upstairs, in the kitchen, or down in the basement. I ask myself, “Now, what am I here after?”