True strength

I read this poem by Alfred Lord Tennyson and it made me think of my fathers' strength and the strength of so many of you dealing with Parkinson's

The Oak

Live thy life,

Young and old

Like yon oak

bright in spring,

living gold;

Summer-rich

Then and then

Autumn-changed,

Soberer-hued.

Gold again

All his leaves

Fallen at length,

Look, he stands

Trunk and bough,,

Naked strength.

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  • Yes very relevant, I see where you are coming from. Thanks, hopefully the carers too with gather such strengh.

  • I like this. It is truly "food for thought."

    Thank you! :)

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