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
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Really good philosophy....nice poem...