A Bitter Pill Poem by Dan McGonagle

The amount of pills you take each day
Prescribed of course... no other way
Makes me think theres not long to go
Your future assured of a real go slow

You act as if your living forever
All I can say is...'Yea whatever! '
It seems to me you are in denial
But rest assured you'll face a trial

As time comes marching over the hill
You will have to swallow a bitter pill
No doubt you'll curse the Fates out loud
As they wrap you in your burial shroud