SENIOR CITIZEN’S POEM

A causes One row yellow of me bottles to pill analyze I on have my myself. to shelf, pop, goes A little to white my heart one so I also it won’t take, stop. goes to my hands so they won’t shake. The tell me blue I’m ones happy that when I use I’m a lot, not. The purple one goes to my brain, and tells me I have no pain. Teeny-tiny capsules ease my wheeze, and also relieve my need to sneeze. The red ones, smallest of all, go to my blood so I won’t fall. The orange ones, very big and bright, prevent my leg cramps at night. Such an array of brilliant pills, helping to cure all kinds of ills. But what I’d really like to know, what tells each pill where to go? Most of all, at least what I think, there should be one for wrinkles, I get more with every blink. Neil E. Black, Saskatoon