I'm fine, thank you.There's nothing the matter with meI'm as healthy as one can be. I have arthritis in both my knees And when I talk, I talk with a wheeze. My pulse is weak, my blood is thin, But I'm awfully well for the shape I'm in. Arch supports I have for my feet Or I wouldn't be able to be on the street. Sleep is denied me night after night But every morning, I find I'm all right. My memory is failing, my head's in a spin, But I'm awfully well for the shape I'm in. The moral of this, as the tale I unfold That for me and you who are growing old It's better to say "I'm fine" with a grin Than to let folks know the shape we are in. How do I know that my youth is all spent? Well, my "Get up and go" has got up and went! But I really don't mind when i think with a grin Of all the grand places my "Got up" has been. Old age is golden, I've heard it said But sometimes I wonder as I get into bed. With my ears in the drawer, my teeth in a cup, My eyes on the table until I wake up. 'Ere sleep comes o'er me I say to myself, Is there anything else I should lay on the shelf? When I was young my slippers were red, I could kick my heels right over my head. When I grew older, my slippers were blue But still I could dance the whole night through. Now that I'm old my slippers are black, I walk to the store and puff myself back. I get up each morning and dust off my wits Pick up the paper and read the 'obits'. If my name is still missing I know I'm not dead So I get a good breakfast and go back to bed. -Anon |
