A Parky Tale

 

  These days no matter where I go

       My engine runs on one speed: SLOW.

  The only other choice is STOP

       and I wonÕt choose that until I drop.

  Yes, ŌSlownessĶ is my middle name,

       IÕve earned it in this PD game.

   IÕve played for nearly 30 years

      and I still have my doubts and fears.

   But IÕve discovered on my quest

      that Parky people are the best.

   If youÕre told you have PD,

      YouÕll find a whole community

   Of good folks who will understand

       and offer you a helping hand. 

 

                            Margaret F. Moylan

                            1/2/07

 

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            Patience

 

Patience is a virtue which I lack.

Patience,

    Mine has fled

        and it wonÕt come back.

 

I used to have more patience

    in the past.

Back then I thought that my supply would   

     last.

 

Now that I am older by a score,

    I find IÕm running out

            and there is no more. 

 

I simply must get in a new supply;

    without patience I think IÕll wither up and  

     die.

 

                        mfm 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 


            Living with PD

 

ParkinsonÕs has ruined my lifestyle.

     It attacked and smothered me,

Made my body stiff and painful

    My movements are no longer free.

 

Please donÕt be impatient with me

     As I face antiquity.

Clumsiness has replaced my balance

     And stolen my agility.

 

Sometimes my medication helps me,

    For fleeting moments lets me be

Like a seagull gliding on an air stream

    Above this diving, crashing sea.

 

At times I feel quite devastated

     And ravaged by the symptoms of P.D.

My body shakes and freezes and propels itself

     For what seems like eternity.

 

I get tired and I lay down,

     Sleep will make my symptoms flee.

God, please help me accept my problems.

     I will place my faith in Thee.

 

                         Ed McCaffrey

 

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WILL I?

 

 

ParkinsonÕs attacked me again today.

             I wish to hell it would go away.

      But since it wonÕt, IÕll do my best

             To tolerate this awful pest.

 

      Will I freeze entering the hall?

            Will I stumble? Will I fall?

      Can my cane help balance me?

            Or will my Rover walker set me free?

 

      Will tomorrow imitate today?

            Will my problem go away?

      Each day it seems thereÕs something new.

            Heaven help me see it through!

 

                                Ed McCaffrey

 

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