Quick Thought, Quick Sonnet

Quick thought this morning, can I bring it back? It seems the aches and pains that age proclaims like those of an old car put up on the rack for the last time and the mechanic explains that this is the last time he wants to deal with it, because parts are not available as they once were and perhaps you might feel better served by new if you are able, instead of all the duct tape and band aids used to hold all this together and that it might be better before the model fades to abandon it like an old hat. Perhaps that is what death is all about, a body lost without a second thought.