Morning all my Parky pals. My alter ego Shakyspear has been at it again composing his 4th poem called Legs hope you enjoy 😃😀. I know those with naughty leg syndrome will empathise with this one
Legs are really wonderful
They carry us around
They stop us all from falling
Keeping both feet on the ground
But what if they stop listening
Just like a naughty child
Refusing all requests
And simply running wild.
Parkinson’s can do that
It can takes away control
But it does it very sneakily
Bang you're in a hole
It can strike you without warning
Leave you struggling to stand
Make you feel rather embarrassed
Cos that’s not what you’d planned
In the street it may just freeze you
Super glue you to the spot
Come on legs behave yourself
Let’s just give it one more shot
In the pub some people stare
As you're walking with a slew
You can hear them gently whispering
Bet he’s just had a few
Even going for a wee
Such a simple task
Becomes a major undertaking
God I wish I had a mask
Come on legs don’t mess about
I need you to be free
This takes on more urgency
When you need a pee !!!
So you give your legs encouragement
Come on you two behave
It’s really rather simple
I don’t want to be your slave
The “grand old duke of York”
Now I’m singing to my legs I
n the pub the whispering continues
“God that man he’s just the dregs “
But my Parky pals will know
What it’s like when legs wont budge
And all I ask of others
Is don’t be so quick to judge.
Stop and ask if we’re ok
Not just pass us in the street
And just be really, really grateful
That you’ve got two working feet
Love and value your legs
Cos it’s true you only miss things when their gone