A Special Poem for Senior Citizens

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 tak Goes to my hands so they won't sh The blue ones that I use a Tell me I'm happy when I'm not The purple pill goes to my br And tells me that I have no pain. The capsules tell me not to wheeze

Or cough or choke or even snee 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 nigh Such an array of brilliant pills

Helping to cure all kinds of ill; 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...