'tis So Many Months
‘Tis so many months since poems I wrote
for me life has not been so easy
The dreaded P is now moving on
Leaving me sad and feeling so bad
My walking now causing concerns
so slow like the slowest of snails
My brain it seems very muddled
often feeling confused and befuddled
As I glance up above through my window
The sun doth shine down upon me
The moon in the sky still sends me her love
and great comfort I get from the sea
So now without further ado
To my dear PS friends I tell you
so sorry to not read your poetry
because of the dreaded 'P'
for me it was truly and utterly wrong
Now decided that P will not win
and to P ~ I will never give in
So sat in my chair
I say a small prayer
hoping that you are all still here…
Written on 3rd May 2023
P stands for Parkinson’s Disease, from which I have suffered since 2015
A BRIAN STRAND PREMIERE CONTEST NO 1214
Copyright © Ann Gilmour | Year Posted 2023
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