SPECIAL POEM FOR OLDER FOLKSA row of bottles on my shelfCaused me to analyze myself.One yellow pill I have to popGoes to my heart so it won't stop.A little white one that I takeGoes to my hands so they won't shake.The blue ones that I use a lotTell me I'm happy when I'm not.The purple pill goes to my brainAnd tells me that I have no pain.The capsules tell me not to wheezeOr cough or choke or even sneeze..The red ones, smallest of them allGo to my blood so I won't fall.The orange ones, very big and brightPrevent my leg cramps in the night.Such an array of brilliant pillsHelping to cure all kinds of ills.But what I'd really like to know............Is what tells each one where to go!LAUGH A LITTLE EVERY DAY....There's always a lot to be thankful for if you take time to look for it.For exampleI am sitting here right now thinking how nice it is that wrinkles & fatdon't hurt. TEE HEE HEE
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