I'm Fine Thank You

There is nothing the matter with me

I’m as healthy as can be

I have arthritis in both my knees, and when I talk, I wheeze

My pulse is weak and my blood is thin –

But I’m awfully well, for the state I’m in.

Sleep is denied to me, night after night

But every morning – I’m all right

My memory is fading, my head’s in a spin

But I’m awfully well, for the state I’m in.

The moral of this, as my tale is unfold

That for you and me who are growing old

It’s better to say “I’m fine”, with a grin

Than to let the folks know that state I’m in.

How do I know that my youth is 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 get up has been

Old Age is golden, I’ve heard it said

But sometimes I wonder as I get into bed –

My ears in a drawer, my teeth in a cup

My eyes on the table until I wake up.

E’ re sleep overtakes me I say to myself

“Is there anything else I can lay on the shelf?”

When I was young, my slippers were red –

I could kick my heels up over my head.

When I was older my slippers were blue –

But still I could dance the whole night through,

Now that I am old, my slippers are black –

I walk to the club, and puff my way back.

I get up each morning and dust off my wits,

Then unpack the papers 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.

                                           Author Unknown