By Bill Hamilton --

This PN sure is one tough thing.
It burns and stings and numbs.
My legs feel like two old tree stumps.
My fingers, all like thumbs.

I muddle through long days and nights
And sometimes have to wonder
If I have lightning in my feet
Where on earth is the thunder?

So I arrange my pills each day
Right there upon the shelf.
Sometimes it’s all that I can bear
To take them by myself.

But thanks to my good doctor
And those fighting PN's war
I’ve gotten lots of remedies
Called "blessings in a jar."

There’s Neurontin and Ativan,
B12 and Pamelor,
And Demerol and Tegretol,
And Bromelain and more.

There’s Elavil and Lidocaine
And Triazolam too.
And don’t forget the Wellbutrin
And something for the flu.

Doc says "Take this one with your lunch."
"Take this one before bed."
"Take this one after supper time"
So I do what he said.

But just how each one knows its job
Is beyond comprehension.
This one knows it’s for my PN.
That one stops hypertension.

And though these pills are pals of mine
I don’t do all that well
Since side effects of most of them
Just seem to raise real Hell.

The pink one causes dizziness.
The gray one makes me sick.
The orange one puts me fast asleep.
The brown one gives a kick.

The white one makes me mean as heck.
The beige one rings my ears.
The yellow pill clouds up my eyes.
The reds bring me to tears.

This one makes me put on weight
And that one takes it off.
The striped one gives me poopies
But the blue one makes it stop.

The spotted one brings lightning bolts.
The clear one gives me chills.
And when it comes to pitching woo
That’s one more thing it kills.

I guess I could complain about
The side effects and all,
But on the other hand, this life
Beats having none at all.

Ya know, I can’t but wonder
How I got along before
Even though I have heard others say
"Death’s better than the cure."

The doctor says, "These pills will make you
Better than you are."
I guess that after all he’s giving
Blessings in a jar.

So I’ll just bide my time with you
And do just what he said
Because I know with friends like you
More good days are ahead.

This ol’ PN won’t beat me.
Nope, I just refuse to quit.
There’s more to life than moans and groans
And blood and toil and spit.

There’s lots of hope and happiness
On some horizon far
If I just take my pills as being
Blessings in a jar.

Used By Permission Of Bill Hamilton,  2002 --   E-mail:twobills@bellatlantic.net

		We want to thank Bill Hamilton for his consent to post this poem on our Site. Bill has a unique way with words; a very talented poet. Hopefully, we will see more of his work on our Site in the near future. Thanks again, Bill -- (Win-Over-PN)...

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