How Am I?
When
people ask me how I am
I smile and say ‘Just fine,’
For folk don’t really want to know;
In fact, true Brits don’t whine.
Some
ailments are invisible,
Like deafness, Meniére’s,
I take my pills three times a day;
And try not to seem drunk
When
balance is a wee bit off,
And hearing range has shrunk,
Arthritis is a pain in neck,
Really, I’m a wreck,
But,
quit moaning, you’re a Brit,
And not required to whine,
How am I? Don’t worry dear,
Believe me, I’m just fine!