Most of life is maintenance, I noticed just today,
A little late, the snide ones smirk, for one who’s turning gray,
And had I known this little fact, say, fifty years ago,
My life would have been easier, frustration seldom show.

Change that oil a little sooner, 12,000 miles or so,
Add brake pads to screeching drums before the rivets show.
The dentist’s a necessity, a metal mouth precluding,
A good brushing once a month will stop the plaque intruding.

Make sure they check your eyes out with a magnifying glass,
And once a year a doctor should probe into your… uhh, nose.
The roof can’t leak, the doors can’t squeak, the termites can’t be fed,
The garden yearly weeded, and the children over fed.

So don’t complain, need I explain, take care of what you’ve got,
For if you make it to my age you just won’t need a lot.
But what you do have had better still be working,
Rust never sleeps, remember, and the scythe man’s always lurking

2004

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