bluedragon1

How are You!

My get up and go has got up and wen't.

But really I don't mind, when I think with a grin,
of all the places my get up has been.

I get up each morning, and dust off my wits,
I pick up the paper and read the obits.

If my name is missing, I'm there fore not dead,
So I eat a good breakfast and jump
back into bed.

The moral of this as the tale unfolds,
is that for me, who is growing old.

It is better to say " I'm fine'' with a grin,
then to let people know the shape I'm in.

I'm fine how are you