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Thank You I’m Fine

There is nothing the matter with me

I’m healthy as can be

I’ve 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 good for the shape I’m in

Arch supports I have for my feet

Or I would not be able to be on the street

Sleep is denied me night after night

But every morning I find I’m all right

My memory is failing, my heads in a spin

But I’m awfully good for the shape I’m in

The moral is this, as this state unfolds

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 real shape were in

How do I know that my youth is all spent

Well, my get up and go has got up and went

But really I don’t 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, my teeth in a cup

My eyes on the table until I wake up

Ere sleep comes o’er me, I say to myself

Is there anything else I should lay on the shelf?

When I was young my slippers were red

I could kick my heels right over my head

But when I grow older my slippers were blue

And still I could dance the whole night through

Now, I am old, my slippers are black

I walk to the store, and I puff my way back

I get up each morning and dust off my wits

Pick up the paper and read the obits

If my name is still missing I know I’m not dead

So I get a good breakfast and go back to bed!


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