My get up and go has got up and gone 

My get up and go has got up and gone

Making me feel all woebegone.

When I was a kid it helped me be free

Helped me to be who I wanted to be.

Now I am older I feel more alone

Oh! why did it leave me feeling forlorn?

When all's said and done, at end of the day,

'Tis up to us all to figure a way

Through and around this maze we call life

Dealing with pain, the hurts and the strife.

So, I suppose, at end of the day

Just as Frank said, we do it our way.

As we grow older and life we review

Take comfort in knowing we made our way through

With scratches and scars on each of our souls,

Able to reach our ultimate goals,
Of living a lifespan of three score and ten

Wondering, perchance, if we did it again,

What differences make,

What changes we'd take.

Safe in the knowledge all life is a journey,

Whatever we've done, that ends on a gurney.