There is nothing whatever the matter with me
I'm just as healthy as I can be,
I have arthritis in both of my knees,
And when I talk, it is with a wheeze,
My pulse is weak, and my blood is thin,
But I am awfully well for the shape I'm in.
I think my liver is out of whack,
And I have this terrible pain in my back,
My hearing is poor, my sight is dim,
Most everything seems out of trim,
But I'm awfully fine for the shape I am in.
I have arch supports for both of my feet,
Or I would not be able to walk on the street,
Sleeplessness I have, night after night,
And in the morning I am just a sight,
My memory is failing, my head is in a spin,
I'm peacefully taking my daily aspirin
But I'm awfully well for the shape I am 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,
Then to let them know the shape we are in!
--Unknown
