Grave Concerns
Remember when you’d suffer
through a headache,
rather than take aspirin?
Then came Tylenol tampering.
Another reason to avoid pills.
What would you need with pills?
And winded? Not likely.
You were running
almost every night of the week.
And busy. Always busy.
With any luck, you weren’t
racing towards an early grave.
But long you’ve lived. So far. And tears?
Yeah, a few, but you’ve outlived a few more,
even if you still wonder about that early grave.
So what’s in that drawer?
Right. Meds, pharmacy receipts,
and a pill dispenser that’s now too small.
There’s that pill for blood pressure,
one for the legs that won’t stop moving late
in the day, restless for that gummy to help you sleep.
There’s antihistamines and decongestants.
Oh, and at least three supplements
plus baby aspirin, but you’re nobody’s baby.
You have more doctors’ appointments
than you can count, but you still count.
You’re still here, after all.
You may get winded climbing stairs,
but you get where you’re going.
Oh yeah. Don’t forget to go to the pharmacy.
This poem is my response to Day 10 at napowrimo.net, which challenges us to write a poem after taking notes on a favorite songs and notes on what we find in a “junk drawer.” “Breathe,” from Dark Side of the Moon by Pink Floyd has been a favorite for nearly fifty years.
Breathe
(Pink Floyd)
Breathe, breathe in the air
Don’t be afraid to care
Leave, don’t leave me
Look around, choose your own ground
Long you live and high you fly
Smiles you’ll give and tears you’ll cry
And all you touch and all you see
Is all your life will ever be
Run, rabbit, run
Dig that hole, forget the sun
When at last the work is done
Don’t sit down, it’s time to dig another one
Long you live and high you fly
But only if you ride the tide
Balanced on the biggest wave
Race towards an early grave
Image source: vecteezy.com
~ Day 10 ~
oh yeahhhhhhhhhhhh
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Here I thought I was popping a few too many meds and supplements …. don’t think so. Take care.
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Thank you, Helen.
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I think you could have thrown “Time” in there too!
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The years are definitely getting shorter.
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…baby aspirin, but you’re nobody’s baby… that was funny. 🙂. A nice write🙂
Pat
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🙂 Thanks, Pat.
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The epic conjunction of insecurity and big pharma, disastrous.
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Modern living.
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Sadly so
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So well written Ken.
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Thank you, Sadje. 🙂
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You’re welcome
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Great poem! And what an album! Oh, the memories!
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Thanks, Bob. I wore out the vinyl on that one.
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Yeah, so did I.
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Well done–and you’re still here!
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Thanks, Merril. Hooray for perseverance!
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😀
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Morning pills: top shelf / middle shelf
Evening pills: middle shelf / bottom shelf
(Pays to stay organized / alive)
Thanks for the inventory KG, Write on, Brother.
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Thanks, Ron. After years and years of scripts, I have a spare bottle or two. I finally put an alarm on my phone to remind me about my bedtime meds.
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I used to be appalled when my mother pulled out her medicine bottles..
And yes! to that song selection. (K)
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The same for me, with my parents. Oh, well.
I’m terrible at naming favorite songs, but I recently resurrected my old turntable (my latest home theater receiver has a phono input), and I had just played that album. It was a nice reminder.
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