It’s world Parkinson’s day…welcome to my world….
There is an inevitable dichotomy
between telling the truth and avoiding sympathy
If I explain just how I spent
My day… Just where the hours went
You’d see, perhaps, the toll now taken
But you’d be mistaken
If you thought I had a choice.
An alternative, another voice.
My limbs may freeze, my muscles ache
But chores remain
Schools do not break
Up for holidays round my dates.
I can only react, and yes, compensate
For how my lone decline affects
How well my kids do on their Sats.
I want to live
I want to give
The best of times and more
I may get tired
And stumble on ,
But if I stop
That’s it… I’ve gone.