How do I know my youth is all spent?
My get up and go has got up and went.
In spite of it all I'm able to grin
When I think of the places my get up has been.
Old age is golden, so I've heard said
But sometimes I wonder as I crawl into bed
With my ears in a drawer, my teeth in a cup,
My eyes on the table until I wake up.
As sleep dims my vision
I say to myself,
Is there anything else I should lay on the shelf?
'Though nations are warring, the president's vexed
We'll still stick around to see what happens next.
When I was younger my slippers were red
I could kick up my heels right over my head
When I was older my slippers were blue
But still I could dance the whole night through.
Now I am older my slippers are black
I huff to the store and I puff my way back
But never you laugh I don't mind at all
I'd rather be huffing than not puff at all Refrain:
I wake up in the mourning and gather my wits
Open the paper and read the obits
And if I'm not there I know I'm not dead
So I have a good breakfast and go back to bed.
Scoutmaster Podcast 268 – Rank Requirements
What do the resources say? Who signs rank requirements? It’s up to the unit leader to select and train those who approve advancement, that’s the short answer! Listen for the longer answer and...