There's nothing the matter with me,
I'm just as healthy as can be,
I have arthritis in both knees,
And when I talk, I talk with a wheeze.
My pulse is weak, my blood is thin,
But I'm awfully well for the shape I'm in.

All my teeth have had to come out,
And my diet I hate to think about.
I'm overweight and I can't get thin,
But I'm awfully well for the shape I'm in.

Arch supports I need for my feet.
Or I wouldn't be able to go out in the street.
Sleep is denied me night after night,
But every morning I find I'm all right.
My memory's failing, my head's in a spin.
But I'm awfully well for the shape I'm in.

The moral of this as the tale unfolds,
Is that for you and me, who are growing old.
It is better to say "I'm fine" with a grin,
Than to let people know the shape we are in.

I'm fine, how are you ?

This poem about old age makes me ponder...

My flight to bne, majority were elderly. 

There was one in particular, his smiling eyes, the way he mutter, his indecisiveness in thinking what to eat, and especially how his hands shook when he passed me his trays.

Another elderly couple, they were so sweet and friendly. And how they had tears in their eyes when they told me about the husband's sick brother.

Be kind to people around you. Don't be disheartened when bad things happened to you or you are feeling as if your life is bad. The person sitting next you has is much worse.

I'm blessed. And I wish everyone the best.