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Body Parts XIV: When Aging, Pills No Longer a Sticky Wicket, They’re the Ticket

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[Editor’s Note: This is the 14th poem in a series from “Body Parts,” recently published in book form by Dr. Janet Hoult. For a copy of her collection of poetry about aging, see her email address below.]


The Pills


With apologies to Edgar Allen Poe

Oh the

pills, pills, pills

All the never ending pills

Ten at breakfast, two at lunch,

At dinnertime another bunch.

Always counting to make sure

We don’t miss one that might cure

Any ailment that we have.

Any way that we can salve

Consciences that tell the truth

‘Cause when we were callow youth

We so often told our mother

We would never ever take another

     Pill, pill, pill, pill.

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Now we that we have passed our prime

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And we spend a lot of time

Taking

     pills, pills, pills, pills.

With our hands that get so shaky

Wondering if we’ve become flaky

As we try to drink our water

Knowing that’s the way we oughter

Hoping there will be no spills

As we take our

pills, pills, pills, pills.

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Ms. Hoult, who lives in Carlson Park with her husband Charlie, may be contacted at HOULTight@aol.com

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