I’M Fine

you need.
NOT the need to have EVERYTHING.


Like so many of you we receive calls each week from family and place calls each week checking on family members and how they are doing. One reply we get is “I’m Fine.” This reminded me of a poem I read a while back and found it the other day. 

I’m Fine

There’s nothing whatever the matter with me.
I’m just 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 my blood is thin
But I’m awfully well for the shape I’m in.
I think my liver is out of whack
And a terrible pain is in my back.

My hearing is poor, my sight is dim,
Most everything seems to be out of trim.
But I’m awfully well for the shape I’m in.

I have arch supports for both my feet,
Or I wouldn’t be able to go on the street.
Sleeplessness I have night after night,
And in the morning I’m just a sight.

My memory is failing, my head’s in a spin.
I’m peacefully living on aspirin
But I’m awfully well for the shape I’m in.

The moral is, as this tale we unfold,
That for you and me who are growing old,
It’s better to say “I’m fine” with a grin
Than to let them know the shape we’re in.

— Cardinal Cushing

I may not have all those symptoms, at least, not every day. But from day to day and week to week quite a few make an appearance from time to time. Hope all is well with you!