Ah, aging!   I was filling my ‘pill box’ this morning, and this little ditty popped into my head.

    THE PILLS (with apologies to Edgar Allan Poe)

Hear the measuring of the pills—

All the pills!

I recognize my aging with each prescription filled!

The pharmacist will count

    with his reading glasses on.

When they spill, they bounce.

The names, I mispronounce.

  It’s just Big Pharma’s con.

Oh, the price, price, price

Is a roll of loaded dice.

And the invoice that he gives me generates a shaking chill.

                It’s the pills, pills, pills, pills,

          Pills, pills, pills—

I am quaking from the price of all the pills.

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