Wake up . . .
Reset iPhone alarm;
What’s ten more minutes?
Snuggle in . . .
Can’t sleep!
Of course…
What’s new?
Take another pill.
Middle-age . .
Reach for the pill box;
Safely by the bed.
Morning, noon, evening and bed;
One or two each time;
Seven days equals . . .
Seven pills a day.
Take another pill.
One for depleting Vitamin D . .
Aw, to be a menopausal woman!
Take another pill.
The one for the reflux, of course.
Was that with food or after?
Take another pill.
There is the blood pressure…
Must always be aware;
Do not miss a day . . .
You can stroke out . . .
or heart will attack.
Take another pill.
Anxiety in these changing times;
Take another pill . . .
To calm you . . .
To ease the panic,
lying inside your adrenals;
or is it serotonin?
No, wait . . .
that’s a different pill!
Take another pill.
Important pills . .
never miss . . .
or take more.
Now, what to do about the aches?
Take another pill!
I love this! Seemingly so personal, but actually a poem about our medicalized culture that separates us from our bodies and lives. So relatable!