An "Old" poem.

[AlanHo]

There is nothing the matter with me -

As I’m sure you all can see

Despite arthritis in both my knees -

my snuffle and cough and of course my wheeze

My blood pressure’s high and pulse erratic -

my breathings becoming quite asthmatic

The only thing stiff is my poor old back -

excitement in life is all I lack

Hair gone where it matters, baldness conceded -

yet hair in profusion where its not needed

There is nothing the matter with me

There is nothing wrong with me -

I’m as healthy as I could be

I’m awfully well for the shape I’m in -

with a weakening pulse and my blood getting thin

My memory is failing, my heads in a spin -

And where I‘m not fat I’m horribly thin

I know that my youth has all been spent -

cuz my ‘get-up-and-go’ has got up and went

But I don’t really mind it sure makes me grin -

when I recall all the places my get-up has been

There is nothing wrong with me

There is everything right with me -

I’m as fit as the proverbial flea

But sometimes I wonder as I go to bed -

why all the contraptions about my poor head

With my ears in a drawer, my teeth in a cup -

and my eyes on the dresser until I wake up

As I battle with sleep I say to myself -

is there anything else I should leave on the shelf

Sleep is denied me night after night -

yet every morning I find I’m alright

There is everything right with me

There is nothing the matter with me -

I’m as busy as a bee

For keeping fit my nose has a run -

its better than walking which ’aint much fun

I need arch supports for both my feet -

on the rare occasion I go into the street

I get up each morning and awaken my wits -

pick up the paper and read the obits

If my name’s not there I know I’m not dead -

so I finish my breakfast and go back to bed

There’s nothing the matter with me.

[catgate]

It does not bear thinking about.

[artist]

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[andsome]

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[Watchful]

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