I came across an extract from a poem by Charlotte Sinclair earlier this week and thought how well it sums up how some of us feel as we get older.<\/p>\n
The poem is called\u00a0“I’m Very Well Thank You”.<\/p>\n
There is nothing the matter with me\u00a0<\/em> Arch supports I have for my feet,\u00a0<\/em> The moral is this – as my tale I unfold,\u00a0<\/em> How do I know that my youth is all spent?\u00a0<\/em>
\nI’m as healthy as can be.\u00a0<\/em>
\nI have arthritis in both my knees\u00a0<\/em>
\nAnd when I talk, I talk with a wheeze,\u00a0<\/em>
\nMy pulse is weak and my blood is thin,\u00a0<\/em>
\nBut I’m awfully well for the shape I’m in.<\/em><\/p>\n
\nOr I wouldn’t be able to go on the street.\u00a0<\/em>
\nSleep is denied me night after night,\u00a0<\/em>
\nBut every morning I find I’m all right,\u00a0<\/em>
\nMy memory is failing, my head’s in a spin\u00a0<\/em>
\nBut I’m awfully well for the shape I’m in.<\/em><\/p>\n
\nThat for you and me who are growing old,\u00a0<\/em>
\nIt’s better to say, “I’m fine” with a grin,\u00a0<\/em>
\nThan to let folks know the shape we’re in.<\/em><\/p>\n
\nWell my ‘get up and go’ has got up and went.\u00a0<\/em>
\nBut I don’t really mind when I think with a grin,\u00a0<\/em>
\nOf all the grand places ‘my get up’ has been.<\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"