My daughter in law found this poem in a local senior citizen's newsletter and brought it to me. No author was given....not even a name for the poem, so I don't have a clue where it originated. I knew immediately it was something I had to share! You know, I just can't keep a good or funny thing to myself. I will probably wake up in the night, think of the blue pill, sit upright and begin to laugh hysterically. I only hope my poor daughter doesn't call the men in the little white coats!
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 pink ones 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 pills, so big and bright,
prevent my leg cramps in the night.
Such an array of brilliant pills
that help to cure all kinds of ills,
but what I'd really like to know
is what tells each one where to go!!
Now is that not funny? I believe I have more stashed here and there, some I've written myself back in the day. I think I will begin to drag them out now and then 'cause there's nothing better for your health and well being than a really good laugh, it sort of reminds us that it is usually the simplest things in life that bring about the biggest blessings. You be sweet, now!!