Pills

This pile of pills keeps me afloat, Washed down with beetroot juice each day To keep the aches and pains at bay And ailments more substantial. Who knows Just where or who I'd be without them Or what indeed each one bestows To aid and optimise performance ? The red ones and the blue ones, Each of some importance, Mingle with the squarish pink and multi-coloured Striped ones. Some dissolve in water And are ready for the fray, Ready for the battles , hidden from our sight, Each has a role to play. But are they players in a team, With a clear united mission, Or is each within our bloodstream Jostling for position ? We follow doctor's orders, Blind faith is what's required. These cures for our disorders We've swallowed as prescribed. Sometimes they'll solve the problem, Sometimes they surely don't. We hope they may prolong our life But fear they maybe won't. We can't predict our future Or measure years we've gained or lost, So keep on with the tablets - And keep your fingers crossed !