The Schedule

I always get up late,

because I have to wait,

for all of my prescription pills

to help my physical ills.

 

I have to wait a bit,

but, eventually, I can sit.

If my back isn't feeling too weak,

I can then get up and on my feet.

 

I'll have an hour or maybe, two,

to do the things I need to do.

I usually use those first hours to dress

and clean up any bedroom mess.

 

Then, it's more pills and lay down a bit,

waiting, again, till I can sit.

When I can get up again,

I take the trash out to the bin.

 

Then I can sweep the kitchen floor

and clean those marks off the door.

There's the laundry to start

and feed the dogs or they'll bark.

 

I detest hearing the ring of the phone,

the sound just makes me moan.

Now, I'm stuck sitting and talking,

when I'd rather be up and walking.

 

Sitting too much is painful for my back,

so I cut the call short, without much tact.

I run the vacuum across the living room,

I'll have to lay down again, pretty soon.

 

Time to be folding two loads of laundry,

when I look out the window and see,

the dogs have made the yard a mess

and time on my feet is becoming less.

 

Quickly, I fold and put the laundry away,

clean the yard and tell the dogs to stay!

Then, it's more pills and back to bed,

but, it feels pretty good, as I lay my head.

 

Enough time goes by

and I let out a sigh.

I haven't eaten much today,

it always seems to go that way.

 

I snack through the day, here and there,

I know I don't take much care,

saving my big meal for the last,

the way I've always done in the past.

 

So, I get up and start to cook,

sometimes using my old cookbook.

Then, with any luck,

it's after dinner coffee in my cup.

 

Off to the kitchen to clean,

all these chores help me stay lean.

The evening is time for computer play,

til, once again, in bed I must lay.

 

07/11/08

 

 

Reviews

[Ralphy]

Oh Barbara, this reminds me of me but without some of the pill stuff. The poem reads wonderfully and I feel your pain indirectly but I know what it's like.

Your expressions shows your pain but your sheer will gives me strength to continue�Thanks for sharing this with me�here's a hug to help you through your day�not to tight and not too loose I give you this hug so as to boost. Your smile so bright your soul so strong, your heart beats as I listen along. Thump a thump as you struggle through the day as that golden hand I do pray, give her strength through another day�

[Dan Bullock]

I read your bio and it does feel like you have TOO much time to think and sit around, must be crappy! You know, with your writing, what you should do....is think less and just write, see what happens....just let it flow regardless of rhyme or reason...I'd like to see that outcome even more :)