My Ode To Parkinson’s

Parkinson’s is the most dreadful disease,
My legs want to move, but my feet….they just freeze!
My shoes don’t fit ‘cos my feet are so fat,
Parkinson’s and I don’t get on and that’s that!

Is this all I’ve got for the rest of my days?
The shuffling, the tremors, my brain in a haze?
All that I wanted was to quietly retire,….
Walk the dog, read my paper, relax by the fire.

My cocktail of tablets keeps my tremors at bay,
(As long as I take them at the same time each day!)
Forget at my peril and I’ll soon feel so ill,.,,,’
All because of that one little Madopar pill.

So, I waddle along in my own little way,
With my wiring mixed up and my satnav astray.
My life was mapped out, but not anymore,
’Cos I seem to be permanently stuck to the floor!!!