by Patty Lynn
Now when it comes to medicine
We're at a disadvantage,
For doctors hold the cards, you see,
We pray they don't mismanage.
The tests, the pills, technology,
Our fate is in their hands,
To diagnose, evaluate,
Design our treatment plans.
Sometimes we're just like guinea pigs,
Test subjects for their folly.
We're poked and prodded endlessly,
Left anything but jolly.
But still we must succumb to this,
If answers can be found.
Besides they get it right, sometimes,
Effect a turnaround.
And we begin to feel again
The way we used to feel.
We're up and taking nourishment,
Delighted by a meal...
Of meat, potatoes, vegetables,
Now don't forget dessert.
No more down in the dumps are we.
We're smiling and alert.
For now please focus on the prize,
Not illness, feeling low.
Instead, though it's predictable,
It's home you want to go.
That's where you find contented days,
Of solace only home can bring
And spirits find their lift.