Come on legs do as I say
 

Don’t wander off your own sweet way
 

I want to go forward to get to the door
 

But you want to shuffle and shuffle some more
 

Talking about mind over matter
 

I always used to incessantly natter
 

Now my mouth is stiff and hollow
 

I find it difficult to even swallow
 

My hands have an involuntary shake
 

Every hour that I’m awake
 

Feeding me is almost impossible
 

When they try, I frequently dribble
 

My children come to see me, but don’t know what to say
 

So, they chat about all sorts and then they go away
 

Leaving me frustrated to face it on my own
 

God, I wish Parkinson’s would leave me alone
 

This disease has become a bane
 

But I’ll try to walk again
 

Try again to get to the door
 

Whilst my feet shuffle and shuffle some more
 

© Tony Channing 2005