Ode to my Blister Pack

Thou still unopened blister pack of meds I take,
   Thou foster-child of aches and pain to come,
Kind pharmacist, who canst thus fill
   A package of meds more sweetly than our rhyme:
What health care legend haunts about thy shape
   Of Alberta Health or Blue Cross, or of both,
In London Drugs or in the isles of Superstore?
  What pills or meds are these? What prescription filled?
What relief from pain? What joy to find thee thus?
   In counting out my pills? Since I cannot remember
Whether I took the pills or only thought I did.


(Apologies to Keats)