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:- " There is nothing the matter with me
I'm 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................
Arch supports i have for my feet
Or i wouldn't be able to be on the street
Sleep is denied me night after night
But every morning i find i'm alright
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 "im fine"with a grin
Than to let folks know the shape we are 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 a drawer and my teeth in a cup
My eyes on the table until i wake up
As sleep overtakes me,i say to myself
Is there anything eles 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 could still dance the night through.
Now i am older my slippers are black
I walk to the store and puff my way back
I get up each morning and dust off my wits
And pick up the papers 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!!!!
I'm 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................
Arch supports i have for my feet
Or i wouldn't be able to be on the street
Sleep is denied me night after night
But every morning i find i'm alright
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 "im fine"with a grin
Than to let folks know the shape we are 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 a drawer and my teeth in a cup
My eyes on the table until i wake up
As sleep overtakes me,i say to myself
Is there anything eles 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 could still dance the night through.
Now i am older my slippers are black
I walk to the store and puff my way back
I get up each morning and dust off my wits
And pick up the papers 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!!!!