Thanks Mary for this poem. I'm fine, How are you? D ----- Original Message ----- From: "MM" <elthamlax@techinfo.com.au> To: <AUS-VIC-HIGH-COUNTRY-L@rootsweb.com> Sent: Friday, September 17, 2004 12:17 PM Subject: [HC] I'm fine...how are you?. - Denise know you like a good poem. > Hope you like this one - I fall into several categories!!! > Mary > > > > > 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, > > 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 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. > > 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. > > > >