I have a friend who has PD.
His body shakes so constantly.
I feel he has it worse than me.
His bravery is plain to see.
I feel a fraud without such shakes.
Ashamed of any fuss I make.
His body suffers seismic quakes.
I admire him for all he takes.
My friend is young to suffer so.
Yet he’s full of ‘get up and go’.
I’d like to spare him from this woe.
His DBS is due soon, though.
This guy’s as busy as a bee.
Central to his community.
Provider for his family.
The proudest dad you’d ever see.
My friend’s self-doubt was just not right.
This sincere man with pluck and fight.
I told him that his light shines bright.
Our hope for him soars like a kite.
With brain surgery very near.
You’d understand he has some fear.
I wish him all of life’s good cheer.
By many folks, he is held dear.
(C) Dean G. Parsons. 2019