I never thought the time would come when the following would (almost) apply!!!!
I’M FINE THANKS
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There is nothing the matter with me.,
I am as healthy as can be.
I have arthritis in both my knees
And when I talk I talk with a wheeze.
My pulse is weak and my blood is thin
But I’m awfully well for the shape I’m
in.
Old age is golden, I’ve heard it said,
But sometimes I wonder as I get into
bed.
With my ears in a drawer, my teeth in
a cup,
My eyes on the table until I wake up.
E’re sleep comes to me, I say to
myself
Is there anything else I could lay on
the shelf?
How do I know that my youth is all
spent?
Well, my get up and go has got up and
went!
But I don’t really mind when I think,
with a grin,
Of all the grand places my ‘getup’
has been.
I get up in the morning and dust off
my wits,
Then pick up the paper and read the ‘obits’.
If my name is still missing, I know I’m
not dead,
So I have a good breakfast and go
back to bed.
The moral is this, as this tale I
unfold,
That for you and me who are now
growing old
T’is better to say ‘I’m fine’ with a
grin
Than to let them all know the real
shape you’re in.
