I wonder sometimes,
If my youth is spent.
My 'get up and go'
Has 'got up and went'

I don't really mind,
As I think with a grin.
Of all the grande places,
My 'get up' has been.

My memories failing,
Sometimes my head spins.
But I'm feeling great,
For the shape that I'm in.

A little arthritis,
And I talk with a wheeze.
But I still watch the babes,
When they walk near the sea.

My pulse is a little weak,
And my blood a little thin.
But I'm feeling great,
For the shape that I'm in.

These years are the Golden,
I've heard it said.
Yet sometimes I wonder,
As I get into bed.

The ears in a drawer,
The teeth in a cup.
The eyes on a table.
Til morning I get up.

The moral might be,
As my tale unfolds.
Hold on to the humor,
As you're growing old.

Saying I'm fine all the time,
With a big smile and grin.
And I'm feeling great,
For the shape that I'm in.

Just sit here for a moment,
And listen my friend,
Of all the grande places,
My 'git up' has been.

Barry A. Lanier

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/b-thank-you-i-m-fine/