Oh, I used to wonder why I shook
and do the things the time it took
I felt so stiff in all my limbs
like I had druink too many Pimms
and when I walked, I walked alone
- I need a doctor, where’s the phone?
I heard these words with such despair 
It’s Parkinson's - hey, that’s not fair
I used to love a piece of cake
but now only a mess I make.
My friends all told me not to worry
if I spilt most of my curry
I used to like ice cream and jelly 
but now I drop it on my belly.
I know the doctors do their best
but I still get tangled in my vest

They say one day there will be a cure
and that my tremors will be fewer.
Until that day and who knows when?
I’ll best not use my fountain pen
"Don’t give up!” I hear them say
and one day soon you’ll see the way.
My bodies cold, it will not shiver,
a cure some day, God please deliver
I’ll be good in all my ways, 
I’ll even see if praying pays.
Oh, hear me please your Reverend Grace
Please put the smile back on my face. 

©  Pete Boot