THE SHAPE I AM IN
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 and 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.
A arch support 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 every morning I find I'm all right.
My memory's failing, my head's in a spin...
But I am awfully well for the shape I'm in.
Old age is golden I have 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 t I o say "I'm fine" with a grin,Than to let people know the shape we are in.
😀😄😄 haha!!