Poetry: D’Medicare
I am a former nurse. In my “past life” I worked in clinics, hospitals, nursing homes and even at an insurance company. Nowdays I am sitting home, not much to do except, on days when I have my wits, write. Here is my opinion of Medicare Part D.
This Medicare part D,
It’s got the best of me.
But some things are real obvious, you see.
Some dimwit politician,
Thinks an Internet magician,
Resides in every household in the land.
We’re told to go to www dot
But it’s something many haven’t got;
So how are we supposed to find our way?
When we do get on, it’s too darn hard to do
After many tries it still asks, “Who are you?”
So we then decide to try another day.
After many days of trying
And several days of crying,
I find that I’m still looking for success.
After many sleepless nights
I vow to keep my fight,
And rise above this senseless, horrible mess!
The companies are many,
Some coverage is skimpy,
And then there is the dreaded “coverage gap”,
Where, exactly, IS that on my map?
Even my druggist doesn’t know,
Exactly where to go.
It’s no wonder that so few
Have embraced this thing so new,
The whole thing is just way too confusing;
If it wasn’t for the fact
That I too need to act,
I’d probably find this thing a bit amusing!
Gayla Peterson, Butyoudontlooksick.com, © 2006
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