Uncle History in the Emergency Room

He’s like an old automobile
His body parts keep falling off
You can see where he’s been
By following junk in the road
He asks the doctor
How much longer
Nobody knows
They repair his universal joint
Patch up his transmission
“Planned obsolescence”
The surgeons whisper
One says:
“It is better to travel well than to arrive…”

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