Drugs of Irony

This week’s poem speaks for itself – how events can modify our views on things. Growing older makes it harder to have a fixed view as life teaches you her love of irony.

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Drugs of Irony

 

Seeking a sense of doing something useful

I’m sorting through papers, old notes,

Notebooks, throwing away, pulling pages.

Find an old poem fuming at drugs industry,

Spread of resistance, careless diagnosis, over medication!

Evil pharmaceutical-industrial-chemical.

 

This morning I was arguing with my son,

Pleading for him to take his medicine. All of it,

Each nausea inducing capsule and pill,

Even without symptoms, without clear understanding.

Less questions and more fear of risks

When you’re fumbling down cancer’s dark roads.

 

Nyborg 2017

 

3 thoughts on “Drugs of Irony

  1. How true Rilla . I am done with therapy for my ovarian cancer and now find myself fumbling down cancer’s risk filled roads. Fear of recurrence can be paralyzing.
    Hugs and strength to you all . Sereen

  2. So well written Rilla! Life’ ironi or the paradox of life as Ashok said after we had been thru an event in the family.
    Love and care❣️Ylva

    • Thank you, Ylva. Yes, we have many opinions when all goes well, but we never know what life will throw at us…

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