Why is everything so difficult? Why is everything so hard?
To win a half an inch, you’ve got to give a yard.
Oh yes! I’m talking Parkinson’s, here I am once more,
Foaming at the mouth, staring at the door.
Yes! I’m bl***y frozen! Stuck here for how long?
Yes I’m bl**dy crying? How long must this go on?
I want to go out, a celebration with a friend,
But at the front door, my journey’s at an end.
They’ll have to go without me, although I doubt they will,
And I certainly can’t rely on taking another pill.
I’m sick to my back teeth of living this way,
Every time the same, Parkinson has his say.
‘Make her life a misery, teach her a thing or two,
Make it so she’s scared, even going to the loo!’
Well buzz off Mr Parkinson! you can make me crawl on knees,
Dribble down my chin and horrors such as these,
But, I WILL get to that restaurant, I WILL go to that shop
Because no bloomin’ doorway is gonna make me stop!
I got to the celebration I told you about before,
Had the usual problems, tackling each door,
But, much to my amazement, from the other side,
I met another sufferer, battling with his pride.
Two codgers looking older, older than their years,
It was all that I could do to hide away the tears.
Now I’m home and settled, sitting by myself,
Considering other people, troubled by their health.
Parkinson’s is the pits, a fact I can’t ignore,
But there are many folk worse off, whose struggle hurts much more.