Oh Dear I Do Feel Poorly

Oh dear I do feel poorly oh dear I do feel weird My chest it is a wheezing I’ve infection in my ears I cannot hear a blooming thing Oh dear I do feel quite done in My Parkinson’s leg is shaking like I have St Vitus Dance I wonder just how long I have to enjoy my life perchance What with coughing, ears and leg I feel like taking to my bed Or will my chest just do its best to hasten my demise To take me to another place somewhere beyond the skies But wait, I’m feeling better My time it has not come I must take a walk beside the sea Afore Grim Reaper comes for me So enough of this self-pity feeling sorry for one’s self And getting so obsessed with every symptom of one’s health It’s just a virus nothing more Don’t let those thoughts come through my door I’ll soon be back to feeling good The way I want the way I should Apart that is from good old “P” Whose tremors remind me constantly But Parkinson’s won’t define me I swear I will not let it So if I can I swear I will I’ll blooming well forget it! Written - 21.10.2017