Aah, the golden years!

Really; the only thing golden is the color of your urine from taking all those dumb pills!

 

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.
The little white one I take
goes to my hands so they won't shake.
The blue ones I use a lot
tell me I'm happy when I'm not.
The purple pill goes to my brain
and tells me I have absolutely no pain.
The capsules tell me not to wheeze,
cough, 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?

 


 

Laugh a little every single day!


There's always a lot to be thankful for if you take time to look for it. For example I am sitting here right now thinking how nice it is that wrinkles don't hurt.




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