SPECIAL POEM FOR OLDER FOLKS
 

SPECIAL POEM FOR OLDER FOLKS

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...

((Perhaps above should have been posted on the "Hendo's Bro" thread. I am sure he is familiar with most of above pills.))

He only post when his Thorazine wears off.:D This would be too complicated for him. He just waits to the little man in the white jacket to had him his paper cup.;)

I guess this is only funny if you have not yet achieved the status of decaying warrior. Maybe it's time to start a forum to pass along the trade secrets of dealing with the long term costs of service, something none of us regret and probably would not have altered in anyway but something that is probably eating at a lot of us. Oh hell, maybe I'll just have another cold ensure and slowly remove that damn adhesive on my depends that as latched on to the hair on the inside of my leg again and laugh it off:D

JM,

Excellent,couldn't have expressed it any better....Maybe we should have a forum for
'decaying" warriors? :rolleyes:

GB TFS :munchin