Poetry of Parkinson’s

Wobble  wobble 
shuffle stop and sit
wobble limp stumble stop and lay
swallow gag swallow chew
two more pills
just two
another to improve the two
in three hours two more
And another
wobble wobble
shuffle stop, well shoot
repeat
The repetition is short and close together. 
and more of one causes another
It's a struggle to find what works
a strain to ignore society's jerks
who can only understand that gray hair and a cane
signal help
who without these attributes cannot detect
their own short comings
Mini sicknesses and recoveries abound
five solutions a day are found
But often the fix exists
for merely one or two events
the frustration and stress come down
as the on time is fleeting
and defeating
Parkinson's disease sucks big time. 
Parkinson's sucks small time.
it sucks anytime.
It, Parkinson's, gets in the way of life
IT gets in the way of eating
IT gets in the way of drinking
IT gets in the way of dancing
IT gets in the way of walking
IT gets in the way of driving
IT gets in the way of social relationships
THEY can be embarrassed by being friends of someone with a chronic condition
THEY can be embarrassed by being friends of someone with a ironic condition but rarely are.
THEY will always hold the door for gray hair
and a cane
but not for the companion
and the campaign
And politics does not matter
skin color does not matter
religion does not matter
gender does not matter
IT singles out no one
IT has no cure
IT is the gift that keeps on giving
IT gives more as age progresses
And then there is Lewy's bodies
but not always
are the bodies buried where they can be found
the recoveries abound
but do not always satisfy

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