Poems My Grandmother Taught Me

The Sugar Pill

The doctor’s waiting room was filled —
With only standing room.
Pills for this, pills for that —
Chase the ladies’ gloom!

Women, women, women,
Crowded in the hall —
Was there no end to it,
No end at all?

Way down deep inside,
This wise doctor knew,
That to cure the many ills,
What he ought to do,

Was call each husband in,
Stand there and say,
Tell her that you love her,
Tell her three times a day!

~Dana B. Nelson

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Husband. Father. Grandfather. Life enthusiast. Life coach. Commentator. My world. Sharing My perspectives. You may also enjoy my other blog: amoralamusings.blog where I sound off on a variety of topics.

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