Old age is when we get to visit
The doctor more than friends
As conditions get chronic,
The vocabulary gets better
With the medical Latinisms
Picked up at the clinic
The prescriptions make
Much more sense now
As fs and pp we have learnt
Are short for fasting and after food
The quotes hung on the wall
Are so inscribed in the mind
That they appear in lucid dreams
It is a bad sign when specialists
Have to be sounded for diagnosis
The surgeons appear bloodthirsty
Ready to wield the scalpel
Given half a chance and insurance,
Happiness is when the cold disappears
On its own the very next morning
And the good old immunity is back.
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