Loyd C. Taylor - A Dilemma

It all started with my teeth,
So artificial ones went in;
Then I had trouble chewing,
So they replaced my chin.

Then one day while out for a walk,
Some terrible pain hit my knees;
But after two more operations,
I’m now walking like a breeze!

As old age has caught up to me,
The Docs have done their share;
To replace many of my body parts,
From hip sockets to my hair.

So when from this life I do go,
I’ll leave a dilemma so hard;
“Will they call the undertaker,
Or the local junkyard? ”

Loyd C. Taylor

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