An Old Man And His Pills Poem by Phil Soar

There's a cupboard in the bathroom
where I keep an abundance of pills
at this time in my life, I have to assume
that maybe they'll cure all my ills
but the mountainous build up of regions
where my aches and my pains now reside
mean that I just need a pill for all seasons
that maybe I'll take in my stride
Though that stride is no longer as agile
and the way that I walk is unsure
I need some support as I'm fragile
and I don't feel as stable no more
so the pills and the things I take daily
I hope will permit me to live
for as long as the doctor's decided
he's prepared to prescribe and to give