Senior’s Lament

If pills were square and not round,

There would be less of them on the ground.

And I wouldn’t be down on the floor

Looking to find three or four.

When you’re old and feeble, like me,

On all fours is a place not to be.

Getting down is a hard thing, it’s true ;

Getting up’s even harder to do.

Had I only placed them in a cup,

Now, I wouldn’t be picking them up;

Trying to bend down on one knee,

Experiencing sheer agony.

There’s a lesson to learn from this fable

When your pills start to roll off the table.

If it’s hard, once you’re down, to get up,

Keep your pills where they’re safe, in a cup.