I thought my husbands poem might be suitable for Parkinson’s Awareness Day!
WHY DON’T YOU LIKE ME?
“When did it start?” the doctor said
“The hate campaign that’s in your head”
It started out with a little thing
A parcel neatly tied with string
I couldn't get the knot undone
It really wasn't too much fun
The problem very quickly spread
A champagne cork encased in lead
Just pull the corner, plastic tag
It's just like opening up a bag
But heat-Sealed cartons won't comply
They tear or shred, I wonder why?
They should open up for me
Not stay tight shut. It’s misery
It cooks in minutes on the pack
But opening it, I’ve lost the knack
It doesn't work I can't get in,
This thing is going in the bin.
I've stabbed it with a table fork
Tempers rise, I cannot talk.
Have all these packs developed hate
For me no meals, note the date
But all my efforts are in vain
Four broken nails what a pain.
I've tried with other simple things
A 10 pound note develops wings
It floats and flutters then it sighs.
I'm out I'm out it loudly cries
It won't go back without some force
All my notes have changed their course
Why do all things hate me so?
Why won't they just go with the flow
Is it old age that treats me thus
I can't go on I'll make a fuss
Coordination is the key
Its making such a fool of me
Filing papers opening mail
all the tasks that I can fail
It was my mother that I told
You take too long, it's cause you're old
Parkinson's is such a sod
For my old back another rod
I’d change the duvet if I could
My fingers seem to change to wood
The pillowcase will not comply
It really makes me want to cry
Zips and buttons stubbornly
Are never like they used to be
Sometimes it really makes me laugh
I seem not whole I’m cut in half
The half that works has disappeared
The other half behaves quite weird.
It moves and shakes all on its own
It will not do the things It’s shown
My life is turning into farce
And Parkinson’s can kiss my arse
John Smith