Quandry Poem by Andy Caldwell

My eyes close- involuntarily
and I can see my own death
Parkinson's had taken toll
though I'm not very old
I await what comes next
with trepidation a bit of fear
and my arms wide open
strength wanes I feel weak
lady Death kisses my cheek
and I in turn begin to weep
My hands tremble uncontrollably
there is a tremor in my right arm
and it is hard to breath
the pain increases daily
my poetry is almost ceased
I cannot fight this disease
and I cannot let it
take my life from me