Getting older is like having a used car or a bike
That works, but is almost always not quite right
There's a dent, scratch, or part that needs constant repair
Drive a day without pouring water in the radiator, if you dare!
I’ve had a crook in my neck for over three years
I’m like one of those bikes that our parents used to buy at Sears!
The chain may pop off, whenever you change the gears
Pop a wheelie, hit the brakes too fast, or take a sharp turn
Which I did so often, because I would never learn!
I fell off a hundred times, and got over a dozen flats
I’d cut the intertube and burn rubber with a match
It was simple then, fixing my problems with just a patch
But now whenever my aging body requires a mend
It's not quite as easy to fix, as my old banana seat Schwinn!
I stretch, apply ice and heat, but whenever my joints bend
I hear so many cracks and pops, my noise is a shocker
My family and friends nicknamed me Orville Redenbacher!
But I’m still grateful that I only need adjustments and patches applied
The ride is still imperfect, but at least I haven’t died!