Blogging with Parkinson's

A personal perspective on Young Onset Parkinson's

“The Plan” – A Poem


As the weather it gets colder,
I start to feel a little older;
Can’t tell my shivers from my tremors,
Nor my forties from my future.

That future, it looks dark.
The prognosis is quite stark…

But I’m burning all the brighter.
Got to pack it all in now
Before stillness stops the show.
You might say I am a fighter,
Because I will not let it go.
I’ve got things I need to do
to fulfil a big ambition.
(There might be an exhibition.)

My time, I know, is shorter
So I decided that I oughta
Do it while I can

At least,
That is the plan.


4 thoughts on ““The Plan” – A Poem

  1. I like your poem. The other day I was thinking the same thing about time and how it flies and it may be shortened for me. But while I’m feeling good I’d better take whole of it and do what makes me lose track of time.

  2. Many thanks to both of you. Next year’s going to be busy on the art (business) front…

  3. I think the point is not to be sat there at the end regretting things left undone.

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