My Prescription

Your prescription is ready,

The pharmacy wrote.

Reminders were steady,

Each day a new note.

 

I gave in at last,

Just a ten minute stroll.

Get it over with fast

Was my Saturday goal.

 

No big deal, but a chore

I did not want to do.

When I entered the store,

It was quiet; I knew

 

That I’d goofed, for my watch

Said ‘twas 1:35,

Which means that I did botch

When I chose to arrive.

 

From 1:30 to 2,

They pull down every gate

So the pharmacy crew

Can have lunch; no debate.

 

Though annoyed at myself

(I’d forgotten this fact)

Nothing on any shelf

Made this shopper react.

 

So I left, even though

Today’s task wasn’t done

But tomorrow, I’ll go

Before break time’s begun.