Thirty

 This poem is inspired by the pattern I go through when I go to get a new prescripton for my medication.

 It was also an experiment in style. I'm better at strict form poetry, but I'm pretty happy with this one.

Thirty

Two little white pills
Ten and twenty everyday
 
Running out
Go to get some more
 
Up for eight
Call the surgery
 
See the doctor
"Are they helping?"
 
Smile and shrug
"It could be much worse."