Something to Look Forward
To
There's nothing the matter
with me,
I'm just as healthy as can
be,
I have arthritis in both
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.
All my teeth have had to
come out,
And my diet I hate to think
about.
I'm overweight and I can't
get thin,
But I'm awfully well for
the shape I'm in.
And arch supports I need
for my feet.
Or I wouldn't be able to
go out in the street.
Sleep is denied me night
after night,
But every morning I find
I'm all right.
My memory's failing, my
head's in a spin.
But I'm awfully well for
the shape I'm in.
Old age is golden - I've
heard it said,
But sometimes I wonder,
as I go to bed.
With my ears in a drawer,
my teeth in a cup,
And my glasses on a shelf,
until I get up.
And when sleep dims my eyes,
I say to myself,
Is there anything else I
should lay on the shelf?
The reason I know my Youth
has been spent,
Is my get-up-and-go has
for-up-and-went!
But really I don't mind,
when I think with a grin,
Of all the places my get-up
has been.
I get up each morning and
dust off my wits,
Pick up the paper and read
the obits.
If my name is missing, I'm
therefore not dead,
So I eat a good breakfast
and jump back into bed.
The moral of this as the
tale unfolds,
Is that for you and me,
who are growing old.
It is better to say "I'm
fine" with a grin,
Than to let people know
the shape we are in.
Author Unknown
