Issue 43

February 2013






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I'm Fine Thank You! – Anonymous submitted by Val Cooke

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 wouIdn't be able to be on the street,

Sleep is denied to me night after night,

But every morning I find I'm all right.

My memory is failing, my head's in a spin

But I'm awfully well for the shape I'm in.

The moral is this as my tale I unfold —

That for you and me who are growing old,

Its better to say "l‘m fine" with a grin

Than to let folks know the shape we are 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 when I think with a grin,

Of all the grand places my "Get up" has bin.

Old age is golden l've heard it said

But, sometimes I wonder as I get into bed.

With my ears inthe drawer, my teeth in a cup,

My eyes on the table until I wake up.

Ere sleep overtakes me, I say to myself,

"ls 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'm not dead,

So I have a good breakfast and go back to bed.