Andy Caldwell

P04012014a - Poem by Andy Caldwell

I am tired now.... bone cold weary
and sick of my affliction
it advances relentlessly
I get moments here and there
where I can function as  human
but Parkinson's disease is progressive
and with it I am regressive
I can fight it mentally
I can not fight it physically
but I choose my response
and how I adapt
I will make the best
of what life serves me
when handed lemons
I'll do my best to serve lemon frosties

Topic(s) of this poem: health

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  • Gold Star - 5,839 Points Lorraine Margueritte Gasrel Black (4/1/2014 12:59:00 PM)

    Really good philosophy....nice poem... (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, April 1, 2014

Poem Edited: Wednesday, April 2, 2014

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