Like An Old Car
I think of my body as if it’s an old car!
In the beginning, new pistons and rings,
Well fashioned parts, I could go very far.
Never a care for what long mileage brings.
First comes the wear and tear on the tires.
That’s an easy fix, just keep buying more.
Electrical fails, put in new wires…
Oh no! a small leak, watch the liquids pour!
If something breaks, replace with a new part,
But that solution won’t go very far,
For you can never go back to the start.
“Cus in the end, you’re still an old car!
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