The Body
The body, like a fine machine,
Needs maintenance and care.
When parts start breaking down, we see
The doctor for repair.
But as we age, there comes a point
Where damages exceed
What we’d require to fix them;
It’s a sorry time, indeed.
We wake to creaks and achy joints
Or muscles going slack
And realize, most reluctantly,
There is no going back.
When cars, TV’s or kitchen items
Need to be replaced,
We, if we can afford to, upgrade
With no time to waste.
Our bodies, though, get just one shot
So when our pains have weighed in,
It’s just too bad there’s no place
We can go to get a trade-in.
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