With each passing day.....and year....... I feel my kids just have to become use to all 'my strangeness'......I guess they just chalk it up to......she's gettin' old! I look at it as some rainbows of old age are wrinkles and fat don't hurt..........most my friends can relate to the following.
A row of bottles on my shelf......Cause 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'm 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 ones, smallest of them all, go to my blood so I won't fall......The orange ones, very 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?
What is the secret to longevity......"KEEP BREATHING".
Off to bridge this afternoon......means I don't get much done today.......
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