My Daily Pills

When I wake up in the morning, I slowly look around I don’t get up too quickly, I think I’d just fall down the spinning of the ceiling, is a wonder to behold I have got to tell you now, it’s a bugger growing old I reach out for the bedside draw, get my teeth out of the jar then I find my glasses, without them, I’ll not get far go out into the kitchen, put the kettle on to boil throw bread into the toaster, and in the frying pan splash oil Eggs and bacon, tea and toast, all sitting on the plate just got to take my tablets, before it gets too late they all have funny names, that only doctors can pronounce but help to keep those things at bay, that are waiting just to pounce there is one to keep my heart going, one to keep blood pressure down one to help my memory, if I go walking round the town Arthritis is not so bad today, but I’ll take a tablet anyway all these pills I have to pop, and I will do so till I drop My wife will soon remind me, in case I should forget I’ve already asked you 3 times, did you take your tablets yet She does it for my own good, I know that that is true and maybe if she didn’t, I don’t know what I would do I think I would remember, eventually anyway and maybe if I didn’t, they’d just carry me away so I check the box again, just to do as I am told think I’ve already told you, it’s a bugger growing old