I look all around me, at my fellow sufferers.
After years of illness, they have had enough.
Sometimes they shake this a way, sometimes they shake that,
Sometimes they cannot move at all;to them take off your hat.
I look all around me, and wait for my turn next,
This illness just gets worse, II know it can't be fixed.
Here I am still walking, without a major tremor,
My memory is going, I write myself a memo.
My strength is disappearing, I see it oozing from my hands,
My confidence is going, thrown out; and far off lands.
My balance it diminishes, but rarely do I fall.
Sometimes I see people there, who are not there at all.
My sense of smell has left me, to fend now for myself,
No longer can I reach it, up on the highest shelf.
I could shout for help for someone, who is tall , to come,
But no-one hears me speak, just as if I'm dumb.
I look all around me, see others so much worse,
Then look up to Heaven, and thank my lucky stars.