There is nothing whatever the
matter with me;
I'm just as healthy as I can
be.
I have arthritis in both 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.
My teeth eventually have 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.
Arch supports I have for my
feet,
Or I would't be able to walk
on the street.
Sleep is denied me every night,
And every morning I am a sight.
My memory is failing; my head's
in a spin.
I'm practically living on
aspirin,
But I'm awfully well for the
shape I'm in.
The moral is as this tale we
unfold
that for you and me who are
growing old
It's better to say "I'm fine"
with a grin
Than to let them know the
shape we're in.
© Paul
McLaughlin
May 16, 1981
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