When the Sheet Is Pulled Back

I’ve never been a fortune teller Or had a crystal ball I only know the here and now And a past that says it all! Every time they took something out They put a new something in It made me run much better Enough spare parts to make a twin! But all those constant repairs Left scars from stem to stern So, when I leave my body to science I wonder what they will learn… For I do know this, without a doubt And feel not a tinge of guilt When the sheet is first pulled back… I’ll look just like a patchwork quilt!