Our Bodies

The blood that’s coursing through our veins We see in random drops, But most of it flows on its paths Until the day it stops. The neurons firing in our brains Send information on, Accomplishing their duties ‘Til the moment we are gone. The muscles that each bone sustains Enable us to move, Though as we age, they slow things down, With nothing left to prove. The organs, set in their domains, Perform without a pause. They pump and filter, that despite The damage that we cause. Our bodies work through stress and strains Without our even knowing And when we die we never pay The debt to them we’re owing.