Ken's Poetry

Prescription

Doctors say that
happiness is good for your health,
so prescribe me some happiness pills.
Not too high a dose,
excessive happiness is madness.

They say
you cannot experience happiness
unless you have experienced misery.
Don’t prescribe me misery pills,
I can manage that myself.

They say
money doesn’t make you happy,
so prescribe me a million pounds
and I’ll be your guinea pig.

They say
you must have high esteem,
so prescribe me some ‘love me’ pills
and I’ll love me all day.
(Who else will?)

They say you must have friends;
friends make you happy,
so prescribe me some friends who will love me.
What do you mean …
“No chance!”

They say
food makes you happy.
I can manage that myself.
Prescribe me some slimming pills.

They say
happiness comes and goes like the wind.
Prescribe me some indigestion pills.

Give me the full treatment.
Prescribe a smile,
a glint in the eye,
a skip in my step,
a sense of humour,
a dose of optimism;
I need all the help I can get.

Charge it to the N.H.S.