Ah, the Golden Years!
SPECIAL POEM FOR SENIORS
One yellow pill I have to pop
A little white one that I take
The blue ones that I use a lot
The purple pill goes to my brain
The capsules tell me not to wheeze
The red ones, smallest of them all
The orange ones, very big and bright
Such an array of brilliant pills
But what I'd really like to know....
There's always a lot to be thankful for if you take time to look for it.
A row of bottles on my shelf
Caused me to analyze myself.
Goes to my heart so it won't stop.
Goes to my hands so they won't shake.
Tell me I'm happy when I'm not.
And tells me that I have no pain.
Or cough or choke or even sneeze.
Go to my blood so I won't fall.
Prevent my leg cramps in the night.
Helping to cure all kinds of ills.
What tells each one where to go?
For example, I am sitting here thinking how nice it is
That wrinkles don't hurt...