Monday, August 16, 2010

Aah, the Golden Years!

I wish I could take credit for the poem that follows, but it was sent to me on email, and I have no idea who wrote it.  But I still had to share it.

Aah, the Golden Years!


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!

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Yaya' s Home said...

I've been a follower for a long time, but I haven't been 'round for awhile; sorry. Life sometimes gets in the way.

I totally unnerstan' 'bout the whole award situation. As much as I appreciated alla' the love, I had to become an Award-Free Blog, myself. I'd love to pass-on awards to summa' the folks who are so clever in their writings (such as yourself), but I don't wanna' cause anyone more stress than is already takin' over anyone's lives.

Now, about this post; OUTSTANDIN'!!! You have done an excellent job of sharin' a most-bothersome truth. Thank you!

~ Yaya

Ratz said...

OMG!! i really would have enjoyed more had this being your creation. i enjoy reading your posts.. they are full of wisdom clubbed with fun. well i think i like wisdom in a fun way better... love your writing.

can i give you a suggestion? Can you please please use the sharing button from blogger. we really would love to spread your wisdom to miles.... please :-D

Tgoette said...

LOL! I loved this! I have my own collection of pill bottles and have often wondered the same thing! Thanks for sharing another bit of joy with us again, Eva!

Brian Miller said...

dont you know there is a little traffic cop that lives inside of you and blows his

natalee said...

This is great.LOL. i just read it out loud and my dad asked me to print it for him!!! i have my fwhole family now hooked to your blog my dear Eva

Steven Anthony said...

hahahha this brought a big ole smile to my face;)

Steven Anthony
Man Dish~Metro Style

The Retired One said...

That's the problem, Eva...they DON'T know where to go and end up mixing together for one drunken orgy and then old folks get labeled with "dementia"...
As a nurse, I see SO many older folks over's scary!!
But the poem is cute!

Pat said...

Too funny! You do wonder how they know where to go! I remember a male comic doing a routine saying that he took a couple of midols to see what happened, and he imagined the pills racing up and down the body looking for ovaries. One pill runs into the other one and says, "Did you find anything?" THe other one replies, "No, man, nothing!" And then they race off in different directions!

Jen said...

Thanks for sharing.At least when we get older we do have something in our minds that says " PILLS. PILLS, PILLS"!!{Well, for a while we have memory!@}

glnroz said...

great poem....
My own routine looks like I am having a sack of M&Ms for

DJan said...

It's kind of scary wondering that. You just gotta have faith that they know where to go. I take two pills that look very much like each other and I have to be careful to take the right dosage, so I take them at opposite times of the day. Glad you shared this with me, Eva, it's priceless!

citymouse said...

How true! My husband called from the doctor's office today and said he knew he took 4 prescriptions but couldn't remember them all. So there I was looking at all his bottles in the medicine chest, reading off the names and doses. Getting old isn't for wimps.

Queen-Size funny bone said...

each pill must have their own GPS. lol

Eva Gallant said...

glen: You and my hubby have that in common!

Jen: Maybe we need blueberry pills?

Steven: Which proves you have not yet reached the golden years!

ethelmaepotter! said...

Geesh...this little poem made me take stock of my own pill cabinet, and I didn't like what I found - but the poem is a keeper!

"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." Oh yeah, how well I identify with those pills! Reminds me I need to go Walmart and get more of the purple ones...or do I need a new prescription? Hmmm...where did I put those pills that help me remember stuff I've forgotten?

Miss Footloose said...

Eva, thank you for giving me a laugh. Keeping a sense of humor is of the essence when age creeps up and our bodies need pills and potions to keep going.

An aunt of mine with an enormous collection of medications could no longer keep track of how many and when to take them -- before food, after food, with food, without food and so on.

She opened all the bottles and dumped all the pills and tablets and capsules in a big bowl, stirred them up, and now and again during the day she'd take a handful and swallowed them.

She didn't last long.