For all the world’s diseases and all life’s little ills
they’ve been inventing medicines, elixirs, syrups, pills.
But those crafty bacteria, viruses and germs
keep running on ahead of us as we come to terms
with ways to counteract them. They’re crafty little mites
who somehow slip inside of us through food or air or bites.
So in spite of all our science—our test tubes and our beakers,
all that malevolent mini-world just don their little sneakers
and keep on evolving a little bit ahead.
Enough to keep us sneezing or roiling in our bed.
The Writers Workshop prompt is “Medications.”

Stopping in from Writer’s Workshop. I really liked your poem it’s both perky and pessimistic (not sure how you pulled that off), well done! I do post a good amount of poetry on my blog, but so far my writers workshop prompt responses have been all prose. My response this week involved the 2nd,3rd and 6th prompts.
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Thanks, Rodaver..I’ve had alot of those international changeovers in my life as well. Now I’m living my last one, I believe!
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Yeah, they are very clever. As soon as one medication is approved for the cure, they mutate and become stronger
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Best to let them run their course
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Well, with some exceptions as letting some run their course might be life-threatening!
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Agreed
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Oh so true!
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They do, but we keep surviving despite that.
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