As we become chronically challenged, age, the need for pain pills seems to increase. If we add vitamin pills to the list of pain and medical pills, the situation becomes humorous.
Today’s poem came to me in an e-mail with no author credit given. It describes the situation very well. It tickled my humor button and I felt my readers might enjoy. The photo of an anonymous pill-popping gentleman was found on the internet.
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
Tells 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!
On the humorous side: