My hair is white and I'm almost blind <br />The days of my youth are far behind <br />My neck is stiff, I can't turn my head <br />Can't hear one-half that's being said <br />My legs are wobbly, can hardly walk <br />But glory be, I can surely talk! <br />And this is the message I want you to get <br />I'm still a-kicking, and I ain't dead yet. <br /> <br /> <br />My joints are stiff, won't move in their sockets. <br />And nary a dime is left in my pockets, <br />So maybe you think I'm a total wreck. <br />To tell you the trouth I don't look that great <br />But still I have a whole lot of fun <br />And my heart with joy is still overrun. <br />I've lots of friends so kind and so sweet <br />And still many move that I've yet to meet. <br /> <br /> <br />Oh, this is a wonderful world of ours, <br />Shade and sunshine and beautiful flowers. <br />So, you just take from me, you bet, <br />I'm glad I'm living and I ain't dead yet. <br />I've corns on my feet and ingrowing nails, <br />And do they hurt? Here pain language fails. <br />To tell you my troubles would talk to long, <br />If I tried you surely would give me the gong. <br /> <br /> <br />I go to church and sunday school too <br />For I love the story that is ever new. <br />And when I reach the end of my row, <br />I hope to my heavenly home I will go, <br />And then when I leave this house of clay, <br />If you listen closely, I'm quite apt to say <br />'well folks I've left you but don't you forget, <br />I've just passed on, but I ain't dead yet! .<br /><br />Ross Ingram<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-ain-t-dead-yet/
