Lucky Us - Poem by Jack Robinson
Your body is a remarkable thing.
It makes life interesting.
Surviving youth's fling.
it produces offspring,
and is self-repairing.
It can dance, sing, and wring
a living, from most anything.
Though with age, it loses zing,
Its mind can cling --
To everlasting spring.
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