Medicines

                  Medicines

It would seem as though for every ill,
Exists a medicine of liquid or pill,
Created  to cure or treat at will.

Does your heart murmur, day in and out?
There is a monitor for that, there is no doubt.
Or perhaps you have "The Trots"

Or ye sinuses are clogged with...mucus?
Er, you get the idea, of that I'm certain,
Somehow, that from something we're hurtin'

With some minor ache or pain.
Waiting to feel whole again,
So we can feel mostly better!

Do you remember taking Castor Oil,
In days of bygone youth,
And we would have to hold our noses,

To swallow down the stuff?
The illnesses were quite enough
To survive, without the agony of cures.

Say, have you seen my walking cane?
I know I put it somewhere..oops!.
There went my memory out again!