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
Copyright © Ann Gilmour | Year Posted 2018
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