At my local pharmacy,
I drive up to the drive-up window,
and I get my pills to go.
Now that I’m old don’t you know,
I need a number of pills,
and the number continues to grow.
I’ve got pink pills that help make me go, (you know)
there are some yellow ones that I take,
so I can have some get up and go-go.
I have some red pills that help my blood flow,
more pills for an extra treat,
to keep my heart from beating too slow.
Twice a day, to make sure that all is okay,
I take two tablets with water to hopefully swallow,
purple in color, they keep my blood pressure low.
Then that’s not quite all,
I have tiny little white pills,
I have to take them to lower my cholesterol.
There are pills I have for emergencies,
for when I can’t go (you know), at all.
Every day I take pills to keep me alert and on the ball.
Four times a day there’s my pills for my aches and pains,
extra strength pills, for when my body hurts from the strains.
Especially on those days it gets all cloudy, and it rains.
With all my pills to keep me alive and on the go every day,
I wish there was a better way, and I just wish there could come a day,
that I didn’t need my “pills to go”, and they could just go away.
After a successful career as a Senior Architectural & Engineering Designer working with international mining and Land Development companies, William David is retired now and living in Tucson, Az. He likes spending time now devoted to his passion: writing and reviewing poetry. William writes for his pleasure and for the pleasure of those who might read his poems.