His daily medication count
was 37 pills.
That was 37 different pills
to deal w/ Diabetes, High blood-pressure,
bad liver, depression, etc.
Some pills were just on
the list to balance the
after-effects, the body's seismic
utterances, to pioneering tablets.
So his golden-days became one long
run-on sentence, a traffic blur,
a winter storm.
The new holidays that broke
the monotonous-stream were
Doctors' visits & the prompt
assignment of
better pills.
The meds made him a jerk.
Altered his behaviors, manufacturing
a Lifetime mini-series based on
Jekyll & Hyde.
But he's always been an ass.
At the brown banana age of 77,
he's managed to segregate all
of his friends & nearly all of
his family.
Almost everyone but his wife.
It didn't suprise me when
she called & told me he
had turned into a
large multi-vitamin.
He was just a 230lb pill
laying next to the couch.
I was the one that
suggested we move him
onto the front lawn &
put-up the 25 cent
vitamin drink sign.
You just have to bring
your own glass.