A Dilemma












It all started when I lost my teeth,
and artificial ones were sought.
Next, terrible pain burned in my knees,
to move it brought agony;
but after two plastic replacements,
I walk with unnatural ease!

I've been plugged up like a vacuum
to their high tech equipment;
they pulled out the old useless parts,
replaced them with stainless steel ones.
To make matters worse,
I had to take off my shirt
and my comfy fender skirts.

As old age has taken its toll,
the Docs have done their share
to replace most of my body parts,
from hip sockets to elbows and hair.
At times I feel like an old automobile
that's been worn completely out;
being pushed into the OR garage,
for a dianostic check under the hood
of my pastel blue sterile hospital gown.

But when my life is over
and this body had grown cold and hard,
this old donor will leave a dilemma...
will they call the undertaker,
or tow me to the local junkyard?

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