THE SHAPE I'M IN
Author Unknown
There's nothing whatever the matter with me,
I'm just as healthy as I can be,
I have arthritis in both my knees.
And when I talk I speak 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 I have a terrible pain in my back.
My hearing is poor and my eyes are dim.
Most everything seems to be out of trim.
The way I stagger sure is a crime.
But all things considered, I'm feeling fine.
Arch supports I have for both my feet.
Or I wouldn't be able to walk down the street,
My fingers are ugly stiff in the joints.
My nails are impossible to keep in points.
My complexion is bad due to dry skin.
But I'm awfully well for the shape I'm in.
Now the moral is as the 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 tell everybody the shape we are in.
