Painkillers Poem by Paula Glynn

I am so sore and sick I need painkillers,
I just feel so sore and bruised,
As if I have been doing ten rounds,
In a boxing ring, and I just cannot handle,
Listening to someone on the radio sing,
Even though I normally love the radio,
I need a shot to soothe these nerves,
I need my point of view to be heard,
I just hope my doctor listens,
I am not making this up,
I am low down and down on my luck,
So I will take two painkillers,
Knowing this winter illness brings me down,
And I won't be able to listen to music that is loud,
But I am told lots of rest and sleep,
And this isn't a problem:
I've never really had to count sheep,
And in my slumber, I am walking on clouds,
Never falling, just in peace and not ill,
And when I wake up, I know the painkillers,
Have done their work, so hold on people,
You'll be better soon, as I know I am,
Because the hospitals are filling up,
Me not being the only patient,
Down on their luck,
For we all need our medicine,
And we all need comfort in times of illness,
And the painkillers we take work,
To reduce the coughing and the hurt,
And our bosses at work are understanding,
Knowing we won't be ill for long,
For many pass through these hosptial corridors,
Whether with mild sickness or more serious illness,
And doctors prescribe many medications,
For the human body is a complex machine,
And needs the right treatment and care,
It certainly doesn't need stress and hassle,
And with the city street's hustle and bustle,
This is the best place to be,
So I will bide my time here, and take my painkillers,
Knowing I am not a joy killer, but still sensible,
For drink has always been popular,
But tonight there will be no drink for me,
My head falling asleep onto a hospital bed pillow.