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, 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!



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...