SPECIAL POEM FOR SENIOR CITIZENS!
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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