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 that 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 when I have 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?
Hope your guess is better than mine!
Barbara Peckham has lived on Martha’s Vineyard since 2001. A retired teacher, in 2011 she published a book of poetry, “A Jar of Summer.”