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There is nothing the matter with me,<o:p></o:p>
I’m as healthy as I can be<o:p></o:p>
I have arthritis in both knees,<o:p></o:p>
And when I talk – I talk with a wheeze
<o:p></o:p>My pulse is weak, and my blood is thin,<o:p></o:p>
But – I’m awfully well for the shape I’m in
<o:p></o:p>Arch supports I have for my feet,<o:p></o:p>
Or I wouldn’t be able to be out on the street
<o:p></o:p>Sleep is denied me night after night,<o:p></o:p>
But every morning I find I’m alright<o:p></o:p>
My memory is failing, my head’s in a spin<o:p></o:p>
But – I’m awfully well for the shape I’m in
The moral is this – as my tale I unfold,<o:p></o:p>
That for you and me who are getting old<o:p></o:p>
It’s better to say ’I’m fine’ with a grin,<o:p></o:p>
Than to let folk know the shape we are in
<o:p></o:p>How do I know that my youth is all spent?<o:p></o:p>
Well, my ‘get up and go’ has got up and went
But I really don’t mind when I think with a grin,<o:p></o:p>
Of all the grand places my ‘got up’ has bin
Old age is golden I’ve heard it said,<o:p></o:p>
But sometimes I wonder as I get into bed<o:p></o:p>
With my ears in a drawer, my teeth in a cup,<o:p></o:p>
My spec’s on a table until I get up
‘Fore sleep overtakes me I say to myself,<o:p></o:p>
Is there anything else I could lay on the shelf?<o:p></o:p>
When I was young my slippers were red,<o:p></o:p>
I could kick my heels right over my head
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When I was older my slippers were blue,<o:p></o:p>
But I could still dance the whole night through<o:p></o:p>
Now I am old my slippers are black,<o:p></o:p>
I walk to the shop and puff my way back
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I get up each morning and dust off my wits,<o:p></o:p>
And pick up the paper to read the ‘obit’s’<o:p></o:p>
If my name is still missing I know I’m not dead,<o:p></o:p>
And so I have breakfast – and go back to bed.
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<o:p>Author unknown</o:p>
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