I´m fine - How are you?

There is nothing matter with me,
I´m just as healthy as I can be
I have artiritis 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.



All my teeth have had come out,
And my diet I hate to think about,
I´m overweigth 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 abble to go out in the street,
Sleep is denied me nigth after nigth
But every morning I find I´m all rigth,
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 I 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 really I 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 obits.
If my name is missing, I´m therefore not dead,
So I eat a good breakfast and jump back into bed.

The moral of this as the tale unfolds,
is that for you and me, who are growining old,
It is better to say "I´m fine" with a grin
Than to let people know the shape we are in