I’m more than the sum of my parts
And I have so many many parts
Stationary, moving or out of order
Some parts wore out over time
Some ground to a complete halt
Some replacements are available
Some require the operating room
Some are in the cosmetics aisle
A few respond to undergarments
My wit, humor, vulnerability abide
Way past the usual warranty date
Outlasting the telomeres’ usual fate
Not a function of metabolic tests
Invisible on x-rays and on scans
Whether in working order or not
I’m so grateful for what I’ve got
