The Drug Mart Poem by Raymond Farrell

Everything you need
In a certain sense
Is here
Cosmetics, perfumes, lotions
Lipsticks of many colors
To help the young
Smell and look good
Adult diapers, canes, cushions
To ease the old
On their way
And at the back
Behind a formidable counter
The inner sanctuary
Where Pharmacists
In white coats
Count out pills
And label bottles
While anxious people
Wait to be called up
To get their prescriptions
While up and down the aisles
Shelves are stocked with
So-called over the counter
Concoctions of dubious value
Available for self-prescribers
Or those too poor
To afford the potions
Dispensed by the white-coated ones
Behind the formidable counter.