My poem about the over medication of our elderly.
They lose connection with their lives and friends. Even forget their prayers…
Remember Auntie B, now roaming
in her world of forgotten dreams.
Could not remember prayers and hymns.
Her memory’s gone awry, it seems.
Turns out the capsules in the kitchen
have stolen away her mind,
they paralyzed her thinking and
left somnambulating auntie behind.
Poor forgetful Auntie B was
ever so faithful to her piles of pills
believing all the while these potions
were needed to cure her ills.
A bottle of capsules to start the day,
a pill for this, and a pill for that.
A tonic to sooth the ills from pills.
Oh yes, a note to feed the cat.
But lo, one day, her nephew came
and seeing her vast apothecary,
called up the doc and like as not
he can’t see why she’s been so scatty!
He can write you out a dream or two.
to help you forget your tribulations.
Remind him then of Auntie B
and her prescribed somnambulations.