Old age . .

This is part of a little poem I saw, and liked. Hope you like it too:

There is nothing the matter with me,
I'm as healthy as can be.
I have arthritis in both my 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.
Arch supports I have for my feet,
Or I wouldn't be able to be out in the street.

Sleep is denied me night after night,
But every morning I find I'm alright;
My memory is failing, my head's in a spin,
But - I'm awfully well for the state I'm in.

The moral is this - as my tale I unfold,
That for you and me, who are getting old,
It's better to say 'I'm fine' with a grin,
Than to let folks know the shape we are in.

I get up each morning and dust off my wits,
And pick up a paper to read the 'Obits'.
If my name is still missing I know I'm not dead,
And so I have breakfast - and go back to bed.

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Good one Mups.

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Good for that person, that's how it should be

Loved the poem Mups

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Not bad. Would be awesome if you wrote it, or 'wesome' as someone likes to say .

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We must have the same taste then Carol, Sue & Mark. Thankyou, I enjoyed it, too.

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Good one Mups, that could be me after another bad night's sleep!

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There are a few more parts to this tale
I have passed it on to many friends ,they love it

How do I know that my youth is all spent?
Well my got up and go has got up and went.
But I really dont mind when I think with a grin.
Of all the grand places my "Get Up" has bin.

Old age is golden Ive heard it said
But,sometimes I wonder as I get into bed.
My ears in the drawer,my teeth in a cup,
My eyes on the table untilI wake up.
Ere sleep overtakes me,I say to myself,
is there anything else I could lay on the shelf.

When I was young my slippers were red,
I could kick my heels over my head.
When I was older my slippers were blue,
But I could dance the whole night through.
Now I am old my slippers are black
I walk to the store and puff my way back

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Love them both Mups and Deylon! very good

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Yes, you're right deylon, that is the rest of the poem, but I thought it would be too long to put the whole thing in a post, that's why I just chose part of it.
I think it's very good.

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A friend of mine went to his doctor for a routine MOT, and after the doctor had listened to his heart and taken his blood pressure, asked him how he felt.

He replied, 'Well, my glasses allow me to read the newspaper and see through the windscreen, my hearing aids let me hear what other people are saying, and my false teeth allow me to eat an apple again. All I need now is a splint, and I'll be as good as new.'