New drug
Then who can I possibly be.
For theirs only one of us,
Whoever that maybe.
I'll never be an astronaut,
That's travelled to the stars.
I'm feeling sure that one day,
My mind will travel out that far.
Laying here in hospital,
Hopefully not to obtuse.
Counting all the needle marks,
That have left my arms bruised.
They keep taking blood,
But cannot find a vain.Know
theirs some in there somewhere,
It really is a pain.
I seem to have a few pin pricks,
In fact I have a lot.
Wish they would give me a pen,
So I could join the dots.
Seems I'm on the mend,
It was the new diabetic meds.
That my body couldn't defend,
I'll be back writing soon so I
Know this is not the end.
I'd like to thank all of you,
It's nice I have so many friends.
So with a few tears inside,
I'd like to thank you all once again.
Poetry by Alan J Ripley
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Written on 2026-05-19 at 15:39
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WRONG DIABETIC MEDICATION
If I cannot be myself,Then who can I possibly be.
For theirs only one of us,
Whoever that maybe.
I'll never be an astronaut,
That's travelled to the stars.
I'm feeling sure that one day,
My mind will travel out that far.
Laying here in hospital,
Hopefully not to obtuse.
Counting all the needle marks,
That have left my arms bruised.
They keep taking blood,
But cannot find a vain.Know
theirs some in there somewhere,
It really is a pain.
I seem to have a few pin pricks,
In fact I have a lot.
Wish they would give me a pen,
So I could join the dots.
Seems I'm on the mend,
It was the new diabetic meds.
That my body couldn't defend,
I'll be back writing soon so I
Know this is not the end.
I'd like to thank all of you,
It's nice I have so many friends.
So with a few tears inside,
I'd like to thank you all once again.
Poetry by Alan J Ripley
Read 17 times
Written on 2026-05-19 at 15:39
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