I have a pill box
Separate compartments each
Labeled with the days
My pill box comes with
Individual boxes marked
AM and PM
To ensure I don't miss
My morning or evening dose
Yet sometimes I do
My cocktails sit there
Under their translucent lids
Just waiting for me
Each day and each night
I dutifully take them
And I heave a sigh
My pillbox carries
Much more than my medicine
There are feelings, too
Every morning
I swallow away last night
No time to sleep now
At evening time
Readying myself for bed
Kiss the day good bye
A constant reminder
That time is rushing ahead
Lies in my pill box
