I'm Fine

[jeffman]

There's nothing the matter with me, I'm as healthy as can be.
I have arthritis in both knees, and when I walk, I walk with a wheeze.
My pulse is weak, my blood is thin, but I'm awfully well for the shape i'm in.
All my teeth have had to come out, and my diet I hate to think about.
I'm overweight and I can't get thin, but i'm awfully well for the shape I'm in.
And arch supports I need for my feet, or I wouldn't be able to go out in the street.
Sleep is denied me night after night, But every morning I find I'm all right.
My memory's failing, my head's in a spin, 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 go to bed.
With my ears in a drawer, my teeth in a cup, and my glasses on a shelf, until I get up.
And when sleep dims my eyes, I say to myself, "is there anything else I should lay on the shelf?"
The reason I know my youth has been spent, is 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 places my get-up has been.
I get up each morning and dust off my wits, pick up the paper and read the obit's.
If my name is missing, I'm therefore not dead, so I eat a good breakfast and jump back in bed.
The moral of this as the tale unfolds, is that as for me I am growing old.
It is better to say "I'm Fine" with a grin, than let people know the shape I'm in!