Short Medicare Poems

Short Medicare Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Medicare by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Medicare by length and keyword.


No Space For Manoeuvre

I gave him a fake Medicare card,
And he could have honoured my efforts,
But he just scowled and said "You 're out!"
And so I swore to myself to give him bad reports.
Form: Rhyme


Premium Member Two Joe's

A Limerick About Two Joe’s Written: By Miracle Man 1/22/2021 Two Joe’s named Namath and Theismann, now each is a Medicare criesman. I've been thinking of late, as a pro both seemed great, but in college, got no Heisman.
© Tom Wright  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Limerick

Premium Member A Debate For the Ages

Democratic front-runners take the stage
   All fired up with Progressive rage
Medicare for All, a higher minimum wage
   ~ The audience wonders about their age



  Ages as of Election Day 2020:
  Bernie Sanders     - 79
  Joe Biden             - 77
  Elizabeth Warren  - 71
Form: Monorhyme

Premium Member Enough Already

Enough Already Miracle Man 2/4/2022 I make no attempt in hiding how I feel, *I have just watched my umpteenth Medicare speel. Thanks to old actors, jocks, and assorted jerks, our mute button's broken and no longer works. * Since the start of the year. LOL
© Tom Wright  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Rhyme

With Or Without You

With or Without You?

Truth or not?
Are you hot?
‘Cos it is bought
Your Medicare card, dot.

When you're caught,
If you fit the slot,
Then you have wrought, 
What is not.

I don't have naught,
I have what I've got,
It's what's sought,
And not rot.

Cos it's about my bot.
Form: Monorhyme


Victimized Animals

Lying in the street
Bleeding to death
Pleading for life
Not any Medicare
Or Inquiry 
Offender at large,
No burial or cremation
An innumerable number of tires
Run over the dead body
Justice is beyond the reach
Of the loved ones 
The life of every animal matters,
be the motto of the motorists.

Premium Member perk of being retired

I used to have a medical co-pay when I had a job
sometimes it was thirty-five dollars, other times it was seventy
Now I have a Medicare card and supplemental insurance
Guess what?
My MasterCard can sleep
there is no co-pay
no money from me required at all
really?
Wow!
Good enough
a perk of being retired

I Can Live

11.	I CAN LIVE

I’ve outlived
the winter’s
allergies
and depressing rains
in a human zoo

I can live
my retirement too
without pension and
medicare:

the wheelchair
doesn’t frighten
I can live

uncared and unknown
survive broken home
the numbness of the
arms
the  pain in the
neck

and inflation too

Premium Member Cookie and a Dove Bar Please

For supper I only want sugar.
A cookie and a Dove Bar please.
Nothing healthy.

I open the freezer and am stunned.
I have eaten all the Dove Bars
And there is no ice cream or cookie.

The whole freezer is full of 
healthy meals for seniors
sent by Medicare, nothing sweet.

I am glad I cancelled the next load.
I like choosing what goes into my freezer

Premium Member A Bit of Sarcasm

A Bit Of Sarcasm Tom October 6, 2020 After returning from the Emergency Clinic yesterday, I spent time watching famous people advertise Car Insurance, Reverse Mortgage Insurance, or Medicare Commercials, but thankfully I was occasionally interrupted by something somewhat worthwhile. Tom Boy, do I feel better now that’s off my chest.
© Tom Wright  Create an image from this poem.
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Premium Member my purse

three inhalers
two bottles with one pill each
six receipts from dollar stores
one bedraggled checkbook
straw wrapper
three pairs of glasses, all smudged
I-phone
sunglasses missing one lens
twenty-three pennies
two nickels
twenty-seven dollars in a small coin purse
Kleenex
three credit cards
Medicare card
reminder to pay a bill from three months ago
I get rid of the pennies
hoping my purse will be lighter
me
Form: List

Wheelchair Armistice

Self-crippled arrayed in abundance
Too poisonous to move, to dance
Striking a medicare deal
Reeling in unemployment checks
Our disabled bodies left to hang

From crippling blows
The pressure of expectation
Lynching sanity
Propping self-delusion on stilts

Searching for rights
The reason to exist
In a muddled play by play

Blessed are those in spirit
Accepting power over their destiny
Accepting free will
And the test of time

Medical Procedures

Two hip replacements and a bypass
(Triple) of the heart,
A brand-new valve and, very soon,
A pacemaker will start.

An operation on the spine
To help unpinch a nerve;
A cataract procedure
Coming soon, but on reserve.

A trip to the E.R. – 
A diverticulosis scare
And several months ago
There was a hernia repair.

So many that I know have reached
That Medicare-form stage.
That what’s to be expected,
If we’re living, as we age.
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member N I H

Just to see the doc, you have to fill out a questionnaire. 
It's an N.I.H. mandate that really isn't fair.
You're required to cry your heart out, and list every secret, 
And hope the ones reading it will also quietly keep it.

How the N.I.H. uses data, no one knows for sure,
But ask them what they do and they'll quickly show you the door.
To get the Medicare benefits,  you have to follow rules.
It seems that the N.I.H. is making us look like fools.
Form: Rhyme

Entitlements

Oh yes indeed,
 how entitled I am
 to receive Social Security and Medicare;
of course for fifty odd years
 governement saw no problem deducting
 the coverage it now wants to cut;
and the senate and congress still have
 their own entitlement trusts,
 but let's build a wall at any cost
and provide rich and corporation tax cuts
 claiming the economy is robust
 while the poor and middle class are lost.

Republican majorities,
Let me know how it works out.
© DM Babbit  Create an image from this poem.

Wearing Out

For most of the people I know,
Our ages are starting to show
And since eyes, hips and knees
Don’t come with warranties,
To replace them’s the best way to go.

Thus, for cataracts or the main joints,
Pain or blurriness usually points
To a doctor who will
Send a Medicare bill
When a new lens or bone he anoints.

Just like houses and care, things wear out
And it isn’t enough just to pout.
Let the surgeon repair
What needs fixing, so there
Will be years left to gambol about.
Form: Limerick

Premium Member Why Medicare Is Goin' Bust

A feller went to the doctor's office 'cause he wasn't feelin' well.
The doctor said, "You ain't lookin' all that swell, this I can tell!"

He had a banana stuck in his right ear and a celery stalk in his left!
From his nose dangled a pair of carrots thus leavin' him quite bereft!

The doc without further examination relieved him from his plight,
Sayin', "You gotta change yer eatin' habits!  You're not eatin' right!"

Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
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Form: Couplet

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