APPOINTMENTS
(by Barbara Peckham)

When we were young we’d go for weeks
And nary a doctor we’d see.
But now that our senior years have arrived,
Seems hardly a moment is free.

Appointments accumulate day after day
It’s hard to keep them all straight.
The dates and the times all mix in my head
Is tomorrow my eyes or my weight?

My calendar says my dentist I’ll see
‘Twas Friday I’m sure that he said.
But his office just called to tell me – oh no!
I should be there this morning instead!

The heart doctor wants me on Tuesday PM,
The same day I’m due for a scan.
The neurologist gave me a change in my date
To a day that I had other plans.

Although I’m aware that my age is advanced
I’m still walking and feeling just fine.
So why am I in this ridiculous state?
Maybe your guess is better than mine!

Pastor Lynette