Poet’s Corner: Appointments

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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.”