Prescription for a Walking Somnambulation
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.
Doctors are giving every drug in their arsenal to the elderly - who can least afford them - and whose fragile bodies cannot handle all those chemicals. Keep track of your relatives. You may bring them back to life.
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ReplyDeleteThis poem says it all for many of our aging and drugged relatives. You provoke thought. Maybe Auntie's doctor will read it! dotti reiss
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