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 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??
****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****.
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Reviewed on March 7, 2009
This one is funny...but I do not want to laugh to hard...This probably will be me in a few more years! LOL
Laughter is healing and I just hope you do not go color blind...how would you know which pill to take?
Great poem. I have a few bottles of pills myself. It's a fun life for seniors as long as we have a sense of humour. I read your spell check blog. Got a big smile out of it...Regards JDM
Re-Release! No longer back-listed. Return to the Olde Ways. The hustle and bustle of modern day life has brought many of us to a quick fix attitude.This book is for those of you who are fed up; have looked at your life and your loved ones and realize
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Laughter is healing and I just hope you do not go color blind...how would you know which pill to take?
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :)
Then they call it the "Golden Years!" Lordhavemercy!!
Thanks for bringing a smile to my face.
--RaeLynn
Larry