It’s out of my range to do a quick change
In moments of passion it’s becoming the fashion
To remain fully dressed haven’t you guessed
I made up that line to make me feel fine
When it’s time for a shower I need a full hour
The soap is alive it’s doing the jive.
With a dopamine pill it may become still
The shampoo is gel it’s so hard to tell
I have to confess I needed much less
There’s masses of foam will it muck up the chrome?
Two rinses or more to get out the door
At last I am done it’s not been much fun
When did my clothes become sticky and putting them on was more tricky,
Are my arms just too long or my fingers not strong.
For buttons and zips have you any tips?
They fold and refuse whatever I use,
To fit through the gap, they now need a map.
And zips with their teeth are not a relief,
They need careful adjusting it’s like they were rusting.
I need Velcro and poppers please tell the shoppers.
No button-down shirts. Could I ever wear skirts?
My pants aren’t that easy it’s making me queasy,
Two legs down one side “I’m falling.” I cried.
“They’ve a mind of their own” I’m starting to moan.
Each separate sock I have to unlock.
Nobody knows I can’t reach my toes.
It’s the end of my feet that try to compete,
They get hooked in each garment, that’s not their department
My least favourite task is having to ask.
“Can you help me get dressed” I think I’m depressed
Attending the Gents puts me in suspense,
There’s looks of surprise as I play with my flies.
It’s too difficult there, no wonder they stare.
The sleeves in my jackets are turning to packets,
Where's the hole at the end it sends me round the bend
Would it be rude to just sit in the nude?
I’ll get dressed tomorrow and maybe I'll borrow.
A cape or a cloak but that’s just a joke.
I’ll struggle and try, There’s no need to cry,
I’ll dress and I’ll look like the men in the book.
And no one will know it’s the Parkinson’s show
If it fits like a glove then heavens above
I'm now getting obsessed with trying to get dressed
While trying to shave my hands won't behave
Would it be weird to just grow a beard
I'm starting to sweat but I'm not ready yet
One thing that’s new I’m sharing with you.
My watch straps elastic it fits me, fantastic!
A common experience for many of us ( especially the line about socks) well presented , good stuff John
Solidarity with this poet. Life with PD as it is lived
Fantastic, entertaining with a powerful underlying truth
I can only endorse the previous Poet's views, a significant piece conveying the experience of PD.
Excellent. The cloak of invisibility comes to mind... sometimes desirable, but sometimes not! We are still here (even if rarely still!). I like the punchy style, which sets us in good stead, especially when combined with humour...