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.
The 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!
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.
----Anonymous
This was sent to me via E-mail, as I am a collector of all things related to growing older.
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Well, I'm not one to talk about my own problems, I just wanted to give you a little encouragement.
(I guess I should send them on to you since you collect them.)
Use a taxi, dear...remember, the fares you pay only depletes their inheritance.
Scary is an understatement...luckily, I only take one pill..and yes, its a little purple one
Donna,
I'll send you my email address...I use these in teaching, as a point of discussion on the ordeals our patients go through on a daily basis..
Clare,
Its one thing to be thankful for!!
"Crabbit Old Woman"
What do you see, what do you see?
Are you thinking, when you look at me-
A crabbit old woman, not very wise,
Uncertain of habit, with far-away eyes,
Who dribbles her food and makes no reply
When you say in a loud voice,
I do wish you'd try.
Who seems not to notice the things that you do
And forever is loosing a stocking or shoe.
Who, unresisting or not; lets you do as you will
With bathing and feeding the long day is fill.
Is that what you're thinking,
Is that what you see?
Then open your eyes,
nurse, you're looking at me.
I'll tell you who I am as I sit here so still!
As I rise at your bidding, as I eat at your will.
I'm a small child of 10 with a father and mother,
Brothers and sisters, who loved one another-
A young girl of 16 with wings on her feet,
Dreaming that soon now a lover she'll meet,
A bride soon at 20- my heart gives a leap,
Remembering the vows that I promised to keep.
At 25 now I have young of my own
Who need me to build a secure happy home;
A woman of 30, my young now grow fast,
Bound to each other with ties that should last;
At 40, my young sons have grown and are gone,
But my man's beside me to see I don't mourn;
At 50 once more babies play around my knee,
Again we know children, my loved one and me.
Dark days are upon me, my husband is dead,
I look at the future, I shudder with dread,
For my young are all rearing young of their own.
And I think of the years and the love that I've known;
I'm an old woman now and nature is cruel-
Tis her jest to make old age look like a fool.
The body is crumbled, grace and vigor depart,
There is now a stone where I once had a heart,
But inside this old carcass, a young girl still dwells,
And now and again my battered heart swells,
I remember the joy, I remember the pain,
And I'm loving and living life over again.
I think of the years all too few- gone too fast.
And accept the stark fact that nothing can last-
So open your eyes, nurse, open and see,
Not a crabbit old woman, look closer-
See Me.
By: Phyilis McCormack
Sorry, Darlin'...beat ya to it! May, '06
http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.jsp?articleId=281474976752728
We are really not doing something right. In our society, this should never, never happen.
Thanks for posting.
Good poem.
Wilka
Eldercare in this country is becoming atrocious. Between nursing home costs and Medicare part D, it is a cryin' shame!!!!!
Ron,
If you were here, I'd hug ya!!!