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John 3: 16

For God so loved the world that he gave his one and only Son, that whoever believes in him shall not perish but have eternal life.

I’m fine, thank you,
There’s nothing the matter with me,
I have arthritis in both knees,
And when I talk, I talk with a wheeze.

Sleep is denied me night after night,
But every morning I find I’m a fright,
My memory failing, my head’s in a spin,
But I’m awfully well for the shape I’m in.

How do I know my youth is all spent,
Well my get up and go has got up and went,
But I don’t really mind when I think with a grin,
Of all of the grand places my got up has been.

Old age is golden I’ve heard it said,
But sometimes I wonder as I get into bed,
With my ears in a drawer my teeth in a cup,
My eyes on a table until I wake up.

‘Ere sleep overtakes me I say to myself,
Is there is anything else I can put on the shelf,
When I was younger my slippers were red,
I could kick my heels over my head.

When I was older my slippers were blue,
But I could still dance the whole night through,
Now I am old my slippers are black,
Now I walk to the store and puff my back.

I get up each morning and dust off my wits,
And pick up the paper and read the orbits,
My name is still missing I know I’m not dead,
So I have a good breakfast and face what’s ahead