There,s nothing the matter with me,
I,m as healthy as can be.
I have arthiritis in both my knees
And when I talk I talk with a wheeze;
My pulse is weak,my blood is thin,
But I,m awfully well, for the shape I,m in.
Arch supports I have for both my feet,
or I wouldn,t be able to be on the streets,
Sleep is denied me night after night
But every morning I feel I,m alright.
My memory is failing,my heads 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 old,
It,s better to say"I,m fine" with a grin,
Than 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 dont realy mind when i think with a grin,
of all the grand places my "get up " has bin.
by my friend age 96 who passed away nov 2008
wee Jeanie Poynts Scotland u.k.