I'M FINE..HOW ARE YOU?
THERE'S NOTHING WHATEVER THE MATTER WITH ME. I'M JUST AS HEALTHY AS I CAN BE. I HAVE 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 WELL FOR THE SHAPE I'M IN.
I THINK MY LIVER IS OUT OF WHACK, AND A TERRIBLE PAIN IS IN MY BACK. MY HEARING IS POOR, MY SIGHT IS DIM, MOST EVERYTHING SEEMS TO BE OUT OF TRIM. BUT I'M AWFULLY WELL FOR THE SHAPE I'M IN. I HAVE ARCH SUPPORTS FOR BOTH MY FEET, OR I WOULDN'T BE ABLE TO GO ON THE STREET.
MY MEMORY IS FAILING, MY HEAD 'S IN A SPIN, I'M AWFULLY WELL FOR THE SHAPE I'M IN. THE MORAL IS, AS THIS TALE WE UNFOLD, THAT FOR YOU AND ME, WHO ARE GROWING OLD, IT'S BETTER TO SAY, "I'M FINE" WITH A GRIN THAN TO LET THEM KNOW THE SHAPE WE ARE IN.
I HOPE THE ABOVE POEM LIGHTENED YOUR DAY
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