The Pill Box
I woke up early this morning
And didn’t know what day it was
Until I walked to the kitchen
And spotted my pill dispenser
Sitting on the oaken table
Placed there by my loving wife
Before the angel left for work;
Looking at the seven day-marked
Cells just piqued me at that moment:
To think at this stage of my life
A pill box is my calendar.
I looked at the empty cells marked
“S”, “M” and “T” then realized
That this morning must be Wednesday.
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