I know my liver is out of whack,
and I have a terrible pain in my back.
My hearing is poor and my sight is dim,
Most everything seems to be out of trim.
The way I stagger sure is a crime,
I'm likely to fall most anytime.
But considering what my diagnosis has been,
I'm awfully fine...FOR THE SHAPE I'M IN!
I have arch supports for both my feet,
Or I wouldn't be able to walk down the street.
My fingers are ugly...stiff in the joints,
Complexion is bad..another sad point.
I'm very nearsighted..have awful dry skin,
But I'm feeling fine...FOR THE SHAPE I'M IN!
My dentures unnerve me, I'm restless at night,
And in the morning, I sure look a fright.
My memory is failing..head's in a spin,
I'm practically living on Aspirin.
Yet I'm quite cheerful, smiling again,
Cause I'm awfully well ...FOR THE SHAPE I'M IN!
Now the moral is, as this tale I unfold,
That for you and me who are growing old,
'Tis better to say, "I'm Fine" with a grin,
Than to give the details OF THE SHAPE WE ARE IN!
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