BITS & PIECES - Thanks for everything

BITS AND PIECES

"Thanks for everything"

Here’s a poem I wrote when I was first diagnosed with Parkinson’s. Feel free to share as you see fit. 

All the best,

Bruce

The Parade

Bruce Bressack  ©2015

The stare, the glare, the softened speech and monotone riffs, out of tune, out of key, no harmonies exist in a Parkinson’s parade.

The mumbled conversations, the blah-blah pronunciations, out of time, out of rhyme, no harmonies exist in a Parkinson’s parade.

The righteous wobbly gaits, the stiffened joints that medicine abates, out of balance, out of step, no harmonies exist in a Parkinson’s parade.

Candles burning in open windows, flames sputtering to survive, hoping time doesn’t take them prisoner, or leave them hopelessly unaware, pitch perfect, pitch imperfect, no harmonies exist in a Parkinson’s parade.

But wait, there is a path, it’s Pushback, it’s BIG and LOUD and proud, tuning up, reaching up, never giving up, marching strong, marching long, pitch perfect harmonies abound in a Parkinson’s Parade.