how to grin and bear it

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There’s nothing the matter with ne. I’m healthy as I can be; I’ve got 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 that I’m in. Arch supports I have for my feet, Or I woudn’t be able to walk down the street; Sleep is is denied me night after night, Yet every morning I find I’m alright. My memory is failing, my head’s in a spin, But I’m awfully well for the shape that I’m in. The moral is this, as my tale I unfold, That for you and for me who are now growing old, It’s better to say “I’m fine”, with a grin, Than to let people know the shape we are in. How do I know that my youth has been spent, Well, my ‘Get up and go’ has ‘Got up and went’, But really I really don’t mind when I think with a grin, Of all the grand places my ‘get up’ has been. Old age is golden, I’ve heard it said, But sometimes I wonder, as I get into bed, With my ‘ears’ in the draw, my teeth in a cup, My ‘eyes’ on the table, until I wake up. ‘Ere sleep overtakes me, I say to myself “Is there anything else I can put on the shelf?” When I was young, my slippers were red, I could kick my heels well over my head; When I grew older, my slippers were blue, But still I could dance the whole night through; Now as I am old, my slippers are black, I walk to the shops, and pant all the way back. I get up each morning and dust up my wits, And pick up the paper and read the ‘obits’. If my name is still missing, I know I’m not dead, So I have a good breakfast and go back to bed. Have a nice day from Deeeky.