If anyone asked...

When young, I used to joke and say-

“I’ve got the rheumatiz.”

I’m grateful to have reached the day

where I know what ‘the rheumatiz’ is.

But, I’m alright.

I’m alright.

Once I locate my Aspercreme,

I can go on with my biz.

 

I can’t wear my fish heads,

much less a clunky boot.

I’ve got plantar fasciitis,

but only on one foot.

I walk with a starboard bent,

though I try to compensate.

So, Main Street is a miss,

and the hedge my promenade.

But, I’m alright.

I’m alright.

Mayo Clinic has an interest

in the adjustments I have made.

 

I’m alright, now.

Physically, I’m cool.

I’m alright, darling.

I can still be of some use.

I’m alright, buddy.

There are things that I can do.

I’m alright, to those I missed,

and I’m alright Mama, too.

Yeah, I’m alright.

I’m alright.

Decked out against the chilblains

in my hell-froze-over suit.

 

There’s no call to make things harder,

just leave the flag half-staff,

to honor Jimmy Carter.

A president with class.

And, that’s alright.

It was alright.

A man more concerned with people

and less with his own ass.

 

Yesterday, I wrenched my knee,

nearly falling down.

Imagine how worse off I’d be

if I’da hit the ground!

So, I’m alright.

I’m alright.

‘Long as my luck holds out,

I can still get around.