THERE'S NOTHING THE MATTER WITH ME,
I'M JUST 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.
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 EVERYMORNING 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 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 GROWING OLD.
IT IS BETTER TO SAY "I'M FINE" WITH A GRIN,
THAN LET PEOPLE KNOW THE SHAPE WE ARE IN.

AUTHOR UNKNOWN


IF YOU HAVE ENJOYED THIS LITTLE POEM BE SURE TO READ THE FOLLOWING ONE.

JUST A LINE TO SAY I'M LIVING,
THAT I'M NOT AMONG THE DEAD,
THOUGH I'M GETTING MORE FORGETFUL,
AND MIXED UP IN MY HEAD.

I'VE GOT USED TO MY ARTHRITIS,
TO MY DENTURES I'M RESIGNED.
I CAN MANAGE MY BIFOCALS,
BUT, OH GOD, I MISS MY MIND.

FOR SOMETIMES I CAN'T REMEMBER
WHEN I STAND AT THE FOOT OF THE STAIRS
IF I MUST GO UP FOR SOMETHING 
OR I'VE JUST COME DOWN FROM THERE.

AND BEFORE THE REFRIGE,SO OFTEN
MY POOR MIND IS FILLED WITH DOUBT
HAVE I JUST PUT FOOD AWAY,OR
HAVE I COME TO TAKE SOME OUT.

AND THERE'S TIMES WHEN IT IS DARK
WITH MY NIGHTCAP ON MY HEAD
I DON'T KNOW IF I'M RETIRING OR
JUST GETTING OUT OF BED.

SO, IF IT'S MY TURN TO WRITE YOU
THERE'S NO NEED YOU GETTING SORE,
I MAY THINK THAT I HAVE WRITTEN 
AND DON'T WANT TO BE A BORE.

SO REMEMBER, I DO LOVE YOU
AND WISH THAT YOU WERE NEAR
BUT IT'S NEARLY MAIL TIME,
SO MUST SAY "GOODBYE DEAR"
LOVE,ME
P.S. HERE I STAND BESIDE THE MAILBOX
WITH FACE SO VERY RED,
INSTEAD OF MAILING YOU MY LETTER,
I'VE OPENED IT INSTEAD! ! !

AUTHOR UNKNOWN  

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