This poem, whose author is unknown, was shared by an AARP State
Coordinator in another state. This is from the Arkansas Retired
Teachers Association (ARTA) publication, "ARTA Interlink"; & is
entitled "A Visit To The Doctor".

"A Visit To the Doctor"

Though I'd let my Doctor check me, Cause I didn't feel quite right.
All those aches and pains annoyed me, Cause I couldn't sleep at night.

He could find no disorder, But he wouldn't let it rest.
What with Medicare and Blue Cross, It wouldn't hurt to do some tests.

To the hospital he sent me, Though I didn't feel that bad.
He arranged for them to give me Every test that could be had.

I was fluoroscoped and cytoscoped; My aging frame displayed.
Stripped upon an ice cold table While my gizzards were X-rayed.

I was checked for worms and parasites, For fungus and the crud;
While they pierced me with long needles Taking samples of my blood.

Doctors came to check me over, Probed and pushed and poked around.
And, to make sure I was living, They wired me up for sound.

They have finally concluded (Their results have filled a page);
What I have will someday kill me...My affliction is OLD AGE!!
--- SBBSecho 3.11-Win32
* Origin: The Thunderbolt BBS - tbolt.synchro.net (1:19/33)

This poem, whose author is unknown, was shared by an AARP State
Coordinator in another state. This is from the Arkansas Retired
Teachers Association (ARTA) publication, "ARTA Interlink"; & is
entitled "A Visit To The Doctor".

"A Visit To the Doctor"

Though I'd let my Doctor check me, Cause I didn't feel quite right.
All those aches and pains annoyed me, Cause I couldn't sleep at night.

He could find no disorder, But he wouldn't let it rest.
What with Medicare and Blue Cross, It wouldn't hurt to do some tests.

To the hospital he sent me, Though I didn't feel that bad.
He arranged for them to give me Every test that could be had.

I was fluoroscoped and cytoscoped; My aging frame displayed.
Stripped upon an ice cold table While my gizzards were X-rayed.

I was checked for worms and parasites, For fungus and the crud;
While they pierced me with long needles Taking samples of my blood.

Doctors came to check me over, Probed and pushed and poked around.
And, to make sure I was living, They wired me up for sound.

They have finally concluded (Their results have filled a page);
What I have will someday kill me...My affliction is OLD AGE!!
--- SBBSecho 3.13-Win32
* Origin: The Thunderbolt BBS - tbolt.synchro.net (1:19/33)

This poem, whose author is unknown, was shared by an AARP State
Coordinator in another state. This is from the Arkansas Retired
Teachers Association (ARTA) publication, "ARTA Interlink"; & is
entitled "A Visit To The Doctor".

"A Visit To the Doctor"

Though I'd let my Doctor check me, Cause I didn't feel quite right.
All those aches and pains annoyed me, Cause I couldn't sleep at night.

He could find no disorder, But he wouldn't let it rest.
What with Medicare and Blue Cross, It wouldn't hurt to do some tests.

To the hospital he sent me, Though I didn't feel that bad.
He arranged for them to give me Every test that could be had.

I was fluoroscoped and cytoscoped; My aging frame displayed.
Stripped upon an ice cold table While my gizzards were X-rayed.

I was checked for worms and parasites, For fungus and the crud;
While they pierced me with long needles Taking samples of my blood.

Doctors came to check me over, Probed and pushed and poked around.
And, to make sure I was living, They wired me up for sound.

They have finally concluded (Their results have filled a page);
What I have will someday kill me...My affliction is OLD AGE!!
--- SBBSecho 3.14-Win32
* Origin: The Thunderbolt BBS - Little Rock, Arkansas (1:19/33)