Ode to Parkinson's or FUPD if you prefer
Ode to PD
Its three in the morning
long shy of the dawning
of the hope that returns with the thin ,morning light
my muscles torment me,
Parkinson's has bent me
I will not go gently, Dylan Thomas was right
As fear turns to will
I forget I am ill
Its Love that still will win me the fight
So I straighten my back
Rejoin the attack
Shivering weakness replaced by iron will and might.
Never weaken, my friends
for, as long as but a hundred of us remain alive, never will we on any conditions be brought under Parky rule. It is in truth not for glory, nor riches, nor honours that we are fighting, but for freedom -- for that alone, which no honest man gives up but with life itself.
Baz898, I salute you!
God bless! May you remain always strong and resolute!
Baz - love the poem
(would you believe that I loved it SO much Ihave stayed up til this hour to respond?)*
Turnip - great adaptation of the Declaration of Arbroath. Its an absolute masterpiece of defiance.
* no - it was sheer coincidence
turnip, Natasha, elegant fowl, thank you for your kind words. Even in our darkest times we can find a way to resist, it's just a question of digging deep enough to find the resolve that will win the day