Wearing Out

For most of the people I know,
Our ages are starting to show
And since eyes, hips and knees
Don’t come with warranties,
To replace them’s the best way to go.

Thus, for cataracts or the main joints,
Pain or blurriness usually points
To a doctor who will
Send a Medicare bill
When a new lens or bone he anoints.

Just like houses and care, things wear out
And it isn’t enough just to pout.
Let the surgeon repair
What needs fixing, so there
Will be years left to gambol about.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2021

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Rigoler Avatar
June 10, 2021 at 12:08 PM
So far I have all my original bones and organs, except a few new teeth. My mother died at 97 with only her gall bladder missing. May I be as fortunate. / Maurice
Leffanta Avatar
June 10, 2021 at 11:38 AM
Is your husband a surgeon by any chance?
Wolf Avatar
June 9, 2021 at 7:32 PM
Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha. Replaced one knee in 2016. Used a top doctor. Here are the results: One slightly usable new knee. One completely screwed-up spine. Recurring lymphedema. Insufferable insomnia. So, no thanks to any more new parts for me. ~ Just sayin'
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