SPECIAL POEM TO YOU
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…
