I’m Fine Thank You

I’m Fine Thank You

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 wouldn’t be able to go on the street.

Sleep is denied 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,

It’s better to say, “I’m fine” with a grin,

Than 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 don’t really mind when I think with a grin,

Of all the grand places ‘my get up’ has been.

 Old age is golden, I’ve heard it said,

But sometimes I wonder as I get into bed,

With my ears in the drawer, my teeth in the cup,

My eyes on the table until I wake up.

Ere sleep overtakes me, I think 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 right over my head.

When I got older, my slippers were blue;

But still I could dance the whole night through.

But now I am old, my slippers are black;

I walk to the store and puff my way back.

I get up each day 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.

 Charlotte Sinclair