There is nothing wrong with me

– Unknown Author
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 talk with a wheeze,
My pulse is weak and my blood is thin,
But I’m awfully well for the shape I’m in,
Arch supports 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 alright,
My memory is failing, my heads in a spin,
But I’m awfully well for the shape I’m in.
That for you and me who are growing old,
The moral is this as my take I unfold –
It’s better to say ‘I’m fine’ with a grin,
Then to let folks know the shape we are in.

How do I know 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 gold I’ve heard it said,
But, sometimes I wonder as I get into bed.

With my ears in a draw, my teeth in a cup,
My eyes on the table until I wake up.
Ere sleep overtakes 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 heels over my head.
When I was older my slippers were blue,
But still I could dance the whole night through.
Now I am old my slippers are black,
I walk to the store and puff 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 am not dead,
So I have a good breakfast and go back to bed