Every time I move around, I’m sure I have a rattle
Now there’s a theory what it is, my long-term healthy battle
My doctor always say’s to me, you need some medication
Just take a pill twice a day, you don’t need education
The problem is the pills have grown, a total now in teens
I’m sure that’s what the rattle is, I need some tighter jeans
Just to stop my tummy moves, as I walk along the path
My friends have given me a name, “Maraca” with a laugh
I also have this coloured box, a major tool for me
It’s all set up for daily meds, so many, you can see
My phone is set to give alarms, at times when I must swallow
To increase my life another day, and more noise from my hollows
Wonderful Heather…..you have a great sense of rhyme & humour! I now take four tablets a day but if it keeps me alive who cares! It’s the ordering & not forgetting to that’s the problem!
Love the humour you have put into your pot of pills ! yes it is horrific when you have to count your daily dose ( I take one more than you !!) But good we have them to keep us rattling along and do our daily wordle!!
It is scary when you start to recognize some of those pills that are the same as my wife takes.