Pat Adams Poet Quatrain

Insured From What

What is it with insurance today?
Why is it such an endeavor? 
It used to be that when you pay
You were covered for whatever

Now they nit pick it all to death
They try to say parts aren't covered
I deal with ailments we all have
Not something that's undiscovered

Insurance insures my peace of mind
That's what it is supposed to be
Sometimes it seems I'm just insured
Of trouble down the road for me!

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Lunita Blanca January 2, 2018 at 5:25 PM Pat, wonder if there's insurance to go to heaven. If there is, I wonder what the price is? Pat Adams January 3, 2018 at 3:04 PM Hmmmm....Might make a good poem!......Thanks for the comment......Pat

Dale Gregory Cozart December 31, 2017 at 9:09 AM Ain't it the god awful truth?! Good write. Pat Adams December 31, 2017 at 10:42 AM Thanks Dale!

Rhoda Tripp December 31, 2017 at 4:50 AM Lol. Trouble and headaches. I personally think car insurance should be eliminated. Drive at your own risk, just like riding a horse. I bet Gene and Roy didn't have insurance. Thanks for the chuckle, my friend. Pat Adams December 31, 2017 at 10:41 AM Hah! Good point. Thanks for the comment Rhoda!!

Ilene Bauer December 30, 2017 at 6:45 PM ha! a perfect ending to a well-written poem to which i'm sure we can all relate. nice one, pat... Pat Adams December 30, 2017 at 9:05 PM Thanks Ilene. Sometimes it helps to just rave on!!!!........pat

Cheryl Hoffman December 30, 2017 at 5:36 PM I understand where your coming from as sometimes some insurances seems more like an insurance scam! A well written rant that I think a lot of us can relate to Pat!~Che :) Pat Adams December 30, 2017 at 6:39 PM Thanks Cheryl!.......80)