After They Cure PD : Poetry by Jim Sheridan
Snarky Parky & meA Journey Into Parkinson's with Nancy MellonCoordinated by Corrine BayraktarogluGuest Post by Jim Sheridan
After They Cure PD
“So many of us can't even convey to our loved ones the frustration we face in our daily living.”
Two Poems by Jim Sheridan
PARKINSON'S DISEASE AND OUR VOICE
I try and I try and I continue to try
Why O Lord why?
Parkinson's Disease is not easy to live with
Anyone telling you differentnt is telling a myth
These days I have more to say then in the past
But the joke's on me, Parkinson's makes me talk very fast
Not only that, it sounds like I've got a mouthful of marbles
I'm a miracle of marvels
Words come out at an exhillerating speed
Only not to be heard or understood
I speak to you, my Parkinson's plead
Be patient, listen if you would
I'm still me in here, although I may wear a mask
You see, it's another joke on me, a Parkinson's joke
We are given an unusual, a difficult task
The mask we wear looks as though we don't care
Our face doesn't show expression, it's kinda broke
So talk with a Parkinson's victim if you dare
It'll be frustrating, It'll be grating
It'll drive you crazy trying to understand
Every other word you misunderstand
Like I said,
Parkinson's is not easy for me or for you
JIM SHERIDAN
A TIME WITHOUT PD
I see a vision of a future that is free of Parkinson's
A disease that is void of rich or poor incomes
Where people are no longer embarrassed to sign greeting cards
Disregard our fellow man made to feel separate, made to live guarded
Where having a shaky hand or a frozen face mask
Where attempting the most mundane of simplest tasks
Is met with failure and frustration
The day will soon arrive when dopamine is our salvation
The day is not faraway
That everyday is a good day
Those who live with this disease understand
That some days, that damn hand
No matter what you try
No matter which medicines you buy
That damn hand has a mind of it's own
You push all the wrong buttons on the phone
The more you try to make it stop
You are that much closer to blowing your top
Feeling worthless, feeling useless
All of that will be excuseless
In the days after they cure PD
In the days after they cure PD
Boy they'll be some earth-quackin'.shakin' goin' on
They'll be rockin' and a-rollin'
Hell, even grandma will go bowlin'
After they cure Parkinson's
Jim Sheridan2023
Really powerful, Jim. The frustration is so very tangible in these poems. Thank you.
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