Are all things purposeful and sane,
What in this life have we to gain,
Of telling others how we feel,
Illness makes life seem surreal.
I have not spoken of the time,
My time was less than I thought due,
Having Parkinson's I thought a crime,
Because it cut my time with you.
Ten years have passed, the time just flew
I put it all down to loving you,
My need was great, but you were there,
Givingme love as well as care.
Some people fight to win a war,
or fight the neighbours just next door,
We have fought the P.together,
at this rate I Should Last Forever.
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