(Really; the
only thing
golden is the
colour of your
urine from
taking all those
dammed pills!!!)
SPECIAL POEM FOR
OLDER FOLKS
A
row of bottles on my
shelf
Caused me to analyse
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 won'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 choke or
even sneeze..
The red ones,
smallest of them all
Go to my blood so I
won't fall.
The orange ones,
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!