This Old Body

This old body has been taken for a ride, recently and over the years.
I've been tough on it no doubt.
I've put things in it and rode it hard.
Late or sleepless nights, singin, shoutin, or raisin hell
of some kind.

Lately it's been poked, prodded, pricked.
Cut, stapled, sewn and medicated.
I've had parts taken out, put in, measured,
hooked up, thrown out maybe even pickled.

Everything seems to be workin but the stress and strain
have taken a toll.
This old body carried me lots of places.
It marched, walked, sat down, got beat up
and went to jail more than a few times.

It sang with me, jumped, danced and dazzled
me and others. It met people, touched people
and helped me make friends and loves.
So we've been around the horn together.

I miss some of the youngster in this old body
but enjoy the rest it seems to need.
This old body helps me think and
helps me write things down.

It may not be able to do the things it used to
but this old body still gets me around.
There are still places to see and to go,
people to meet, jobs to be done.

So we're still in this together
this old body and me.
Lookin out for each other and
travelin down that old dusty road.