Alok Tholiya (S.E.O.),Marigold Hall,
From: S N Srivastava <utkarsh1@airtelmail.in>
To: Satish Wanchoo <satish.wanchoo@gmail.com>; Madhurendra K Varma <madhurendra.varma@gmail.com>; Alok Tholiya <tholiya@yahoo.com>; PL Tarneja <pltarneja@gmail.com>
Sent: Fri, 2 July, 2010 6:35:21 PM
Subject: I'm Fine Thank You - 020908You may like it. (S N Srivastava)
I'm Fine, Thank You
There is nothing the matter with me,
I am as healthy as I can be,
I have arthritis in both my knees,
And when I talk, I talk with a wheeze,
My pulse is weak, and blood thin,
But I'm awfully well for the shape I am in,
Arch support I have for my feet,
Or wouldn't be able to walk on the street,
Sleep is denied me night after night,
But 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 I'm in,
The moral of this, as my tale I unfold,
That for you and me, who are growing old,
It's better to say "I'm fine" with a grin,
Than for the people know the shape we're in,
How do I know my youth is all spent?
Well, my "Get up and Go" has got up and went,
But 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 have heard it said,
But sometimes I wonder as I enter into bed,
With my ears in the drawer and 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 could lay on the shelf"?
I get up each morning and dust off my wits,
And take up the paper and read the obits,
If my name is missing, I know I'm not dead,
So I have good breakfast and go back to bed. ;
&nb sp;
"UNKNOWN"
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