My Little Book by Melvyn Brown.
It’s only small, seven by three
With seasons, tides, things to convert
Superb information I’ll never use
Now I have reached forgetfulness
I need to consult the book
Where to be the next day
I need to take eight pills each day
Attend the hospital every month
Now I am running out of space.
NOTE: This poem was written by
my lovely friend Melvyn, he lost
his fight with Cancer, July 2018.
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