I’M VERY WELL THANK YOU
Told by Jim Moy, M1CPC (SK)
Written by Constance O’Neon (1953)
There’s 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 on the street.
Sleep is denied me night after night
But every morning I find I’m alright.
My memory’s failing, my head’s in a spin
But – I’m awfully well for the shape 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
Of all the grand places my ‘got up’ has bin
Old age is golden I’ve heard it said!
But sometimes I wonder as I get into bed
With my ears in a drawer, my teeth in a cup,
My specs on a table until I get 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 right 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 shop and puff my way back.
I get up each morning and dust off my wits
And pick up the paper to read the ‘obits’
If my name is still missing, I know I’m not dead!
Given to 2E0EXV by M1CPC Jim Moy (SK).