I've heard good folks every day Moan about doctor bills they pay And felt a little guilty now and then 'Cause sick is what I've never been. I don't have discomfort anywhere No aches or pains here and there, I've never had a migraine headache Nor bottles of little pills to take. I've never had a surgical operation Or suffered horrible constipation, I've never had a prescription written Nor with any affliction been smitten. I've bounded from bed every day I could never stand to stay and lay Until the sun is high in the sky And morning has passed me by. Through life I've not been wealthy But I've been perfectly healthy, I've never been in a doctor's office So they could probe a body orifice. I don't trust doctor remedies To heal a sick persons maladies, I don't feel they can rectify Every ailment that passes by. I retired a few months ago To let the good times roll, I would've been sixty yesterday But my dying got in the way. ©Written by: Kenneth J. Ellison 02-14-05 Return   Poetry By Ken Guestbook   Email Ken To send this page to someone