There is nothing wrong with me
I'm as healthy as can be.
I have arthritis in both 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 for my feet,
Or I wouldn't be able to walk down the street.
Sleep is denied me night after night.
But every morning I find I'm alright.
My memory is failing, my heads in a spin,
But I'm awfully good for the shape I'm in.
The moral is this as the Tale unfolds.
That for you and me who are growing old
It's better to say I'm fine with a grin
Then let folks know the shape your 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 as I think with a grin
All the grand places my get up has been.
Old age is golden, I've heard it said.
But some times 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 overcomes 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 over my head.
When I grew older my slippers were blue,
But I could still dance the whole night through.
Now I'm old my slippers are black,
I walk to the store and puff my way back.
Get up in the morning dust off my wits,
Pick up the paper, read the orbits.
If my name is still missing I know I'm not dead,
Have a good breakfast and go back to bed.
Hope this gives you a smile.