An Irony

After a drug-free life you had galore
Of them, and then, as gently as before
You had refused the stuff, just drank your pills
When remedies they weren’t any longer
Too late for any ‘either it kills
You or it makes you stronger’ –
Your resting strength, then, was to outscheme
The hopeless chemistry of a deathly dream.

January 15, 2022