HELLO MY GOOD "OLD" FRIEND,
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> I'm Fine - How are you?
> There's nothing the matter with me,
>I'm just as healthy as can be,
>I have arthritis in both knees,
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>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.
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>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.
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>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.
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>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?
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>The reason I know my Youth has been spent,
>Is 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 places my get-up has been.
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>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.
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>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.
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> You haven't seen me lately; so I'm sending this recent picture to prove
>I'm really good for the shape I'm in.
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