I'm Very Well Thank-you

There is nothing the matter with me,
I'm as healthy as i 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 wouldn't be able to be out on the street,
Sleep is denied me night after night,
But every morning i find i'm alright.
My memory is failing, my heads in a spin,
But - i'm awfully well fot the shape i'm in.
The moral is this - as my tale i unfold,
That for you and me who are getting old,
It's better to say "i'm fine" with a grin,
Then to let folks know the shape we're 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 'got up' has bin.
Old age is golden i've heard it said,
But sometimes i wonder as i get into bed,
With my ears in a draw, my teeth in a cup,
My specs on a table until i get up.
'Ere sleep overtakes me i say to myself,
Is 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 i still could dance the whole night through,
Now i am older my slippers are black,
I walk to the shop and puff my way back,
I get up each morning and dust off my wits,
And pick up the paper to read the 'obits',
If my name is still missing i know i'm not dead,
And so i have breakfast and go back to bed.

aww bless. very good

Altho... if you watch the movie called "The Others" with Nicole Kidman, you might see this a little differently. Or even "Groundhog Day". Still a good poem!