My Dilemma Poem by Loyd C Taylor Sr
My 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, Sr.
..........not sure if this was suppose to be funny....but the last line gave me a laugh....truly enjoyed....
A Tribute to Loyd C. Talyor Reclamation is the word today, As the conservation movement Comes into sway, Permitting reuse of the essential elements. So, when it comes to pass That Loyd C. is going to his final resting place The grave diggers will have to halt the final mass So scavengers can have their race, To see what's of value in the remains, Perhaps a bit of rare earth elements Or scraps of silver, gold and lead the body contains That when recycled will be offered to the god of waste providence. Then in a final gesture to all Old Loyd C. will rise above them all And go to his place where There is no need for parts to replace his worn out gear. s
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5/7/2024 6:24:44 PM # 1.0.0.1119
A tale of serious humor I guess.... Fun but dark too... Man has become a slave of machines....and now they are ruling over hearts too..... ...We are mechanizing too.... : -/