Thank you for sixty-six years
of service,
for withstanding a life
of bombardment:
first it was sugar
then drilling and filling
but you kept going
through one challenge
after another,
got your crown of
enameled glory
and fought on,
suffered the loss
of precious roots,
and still valiant,
resisted attempts
to remove you
(unlike your predecessor
who needed only
string and a doorknob),
attacked by
drill and chisel, finally
you gave up, broken
but not forgotten.

No implant
can replace you.