SPECIAL POEM FOR SENIOR CITIZENS
Caused me to analyze myself
One yellow pill I have to pop
Goes to my heart so it won't stop;
A 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 am 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 pills, smallest of them all,
Go to my blood, lest I should fall;
The orange ones, so 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!
