Saturday, February 14, 2026

Got Up and Went, a poem

Got Up and Went

My get-up-and-go
all got up and went
and now I’m old
and tired and bent.
Some days I don’t
feel worth a cent — 
I used to be
such a dashing gent!
But so it goes
when your get-up-and-go
is all used up,
when you reap what you sow.
There comes that day
and now I know
I’ve seen the last
of my get-up-and-go.

Stephen Brooke ©2026

some more light verse 

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