Thought I’d let my doctor check me ’cause I didn’t feel quite right.
All those aches and pains annoyed me. And I couldn’t sleep ai night.
He could find no real disorder, but he wouldn’t let it rest.
What with Medicare and Blue Cross it wouldn’t hurt to test.
To the hospital he sent me, though I didn’t feel that bad.
I was flouroscoped and cystoscoped, my aging frame displayed.
Stripped upon an ice-cold table while my gizzards were X-rayed.
I was checked for worms and parasites for fungus and the crud,
while they pierced long needles taking samples of my blood.
Doctors came to check me over, probed and poked around.
And to make sure I was living, they wired me for sound.
they have finally concluded ; {their results have filled a page}
What I’ve got will someday kill me. My affliction is OLD AGE….
A friend sent this today and how true, how true Have a good weekend.
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