A short rhymer. jrs
The only home I’ve ever known
Is this body in which I’ve grown.
Like any house, it sometimes needs repair
And you can’t get parts just anywhere.
It’s a miracle of gut and brain,
Of bone and sinew that sadly wane.
So when the mortgage payments cease
We all must surely give up our lease.
(Mexico sunrise: the poet)
Narble Furt Lives 
such truth you speak love casi
Most often, I’m just the vehicle.
Indeed! But not just yet…please…
This hits home. I think its one of your best. Be well, my old friend
Hey! Who you calling old!? 🙂
Lovely poem, I’ve never thought of having rented my body before. Got me thinking, if only we could go to the tailor and get a new birthday suit made 😀