I am Fine, Thank you

There is nothing the matter with me.

I am as healthy as I can be

I have arthritics in both my knees

And when I talk, I talk with wheeze my pulse is

weak and my blood is thin

But I am awfully well for the shape I’m in

Arch support 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 is in a spin,

But I am awfully well for the shape I, m in.

The morale is this as my tale I unfold,

that for you and me who are growing old

It is better to say I’m fine with a grin,

Then 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 “Get 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 drawers, my teeth in the cup

My eyes on the table until I wake up

Eternal sleep overtake’s me, I say to myself,

Is there anything else I could lay on the shelf?

When I was young my slippers were red

I could kick my heals over my head

When I was older my sleeper’s were blue

But still I could dance the whole night through

Now I m old my slippers are black

I walk to the store and pull my way back.

I get up each morning and dust off my wits

And 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.