How are you today?

Often when we meet one another, we ask the simple question, "How are you today?" Most of the time, this is not an honest question because we are not really looking for a real answer. Of course, we all understand this; we know that an honest answer isn't expected and we simply say, "Fine." We implicitly know that the person who asked the question would probably neither have the time nor the interest in receiving a full and honest answer, so we tell them what they want to hear - "Fine".
Somewhat humorous, here's how one person answered the question, "How are you feeling today?"
I'm fine, thank you.
There is nothing the matter with me.
I'm as healthy as I can be.
I have arthritis in both my knees,
and when I talk, I talk with a wheeze.
My pulse is weak, and my blood is thin,
but I'm awfully well for the shape I'm in.
Arch supports I have for my feet
or I wouldn't be able to be on the street.
Sleep is denied me night after night,
but every morning I find I'm all right.
My memory is failing, my head's in a spin,
but I'm awfully well for the shape I'm in.
The moral is this, as my tale I unfold,
that for you and me who are growing old,
It's better to say "I'm fine" with a grin
than to let folks know the shape we are in.
How do I know that my youth is all spent?
Well, my "get up and go" just got up and went,
But I really don't mind when I think with a grin
of all the grand places my "get 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 the drawer my teeth in a cup,
my eyes on the table until I wake up.
Ere sleep overtakes me, I say to myself,
"Is there anything else I could lay on the shelf?"
When I was young my slippers were red,
I could kick my heels over my head.
When I was older my slippers were blue,
but I still could dance the whole night through.
Now I am old, my slippers are black,
I walk to the store and puff my way back.
I get up each morning and dust off my wits
and pick up the paper and read the obits.
If my name is still missing, I know I'm not dead,
so I fix me some breakfast and go back to bed.

Do you feel like that some days?