A row of bottles on my shelf
Caused me to analyze myself.
One yellow pill I have to pop
Goes to my heart so it won't stop.
A little white one that I take
Goes to my hands so they don't shake.
The blue ones that I use a lot
Tell me I'm happy when I'm not.
The purple pill goes to my brain
And tells me that I have no pain.
The capsules tell me not to wheeze
Or cough or shake or even sneeze
The red ones, smallest ones of all
Go to my blood so I won't fall.
The orange one, very big and bright
Prevent my leg cramps in the night.
Such an array of brilliant pills
Helping to cure all kinds of ills.
But what I'd really like to know...
Is what tells each one where to go!
There's always a lot to be thankful for if
you take time to look for it.
For example I am sitting here thinking
how nice it is that wrinkles don't hurt...
2 comments:
MSN:
That's true with a great many people...
SO many pills for so many ailments.
Fortunately, I'm not there yet.
("Every time I look in the mirror...all these lines on my face getting clearer..." - From Aerosmith: Dream On)
Good post.
Stay safe (and DRY) down there.
Great poem and funny too!
Blessings, Joanne
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