A Strange Machine

The body is a strange machine

With lots of moving parts

And once we’re born, like products purchased,

All the action starts.

 

The heart pumps blood, the lungs expand

And brain cells do abound.

The muscles grow, the eyes and ears

Take note of what’s around.

 

As years go by, from overuse

Or injuries we’ve faced,

The cogs and gears inside break down

And sometimes they’re replaced.

 

We plug along, though, even when

We’re aching and we’re tired,

For as we age, we also know

Our warranty’s expired.