The Big Yin
His performance so restrained
As he stood there on stage
With a quiet dignity that wasn’t
Just An effect of advancing age.
An economy in his movement
That wasn’t always his way
Gone the boundless energy of
His younger performing days
But the Big Yin is fighting
dread Parkinson’s Disease
It takes obvious effort to do now
What he used to do with ease.
Yet he stands there with courage
And he stands there with pride
And he tells the world
Hr has nothing to left to hide.
Actor Playright, Poet, Artist
All well as his comedic skill
This multi talented man
Driven on by force of will
To leave a legacy of laughter
Of sheer manic joy
There for the world
That cannot be destroyed.
He will stand in my memory
As he so effortlessly tried
And never ever failed to
Make me laught until I cried
No longer able to perform
Art now brings him release
And hopefully as well
A calm and inner peace.
Daily being consumed
He continues to fight on
This world a poorer place
When finally he is gone.
Copyright © Terry Ireland | Year Posted 2022
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