I once sped through Sarnia's streets
Delivering prescriptions for Mel's Pharmacy
To stately and not so stately homes
In the North End, and the South ends of the city,
To the same houses, every month,
With The Pill.
Forty-five years later,
And a lot of conflicting thoughts,
I wonder what could have been
For those unborn children
Who never got the chance
To crawl out of squalor,
To help the unfortunate,
To lead our communities,
Teach our children,
Cure our ailments.
And the thirty-somethings,
Back then,
With minds now fading,
Bodies failing,
And good-byes in pill form,
What conflicts did they wrestle with,
Do they wrestle with.