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.