Ode to Parkinson’s
Posted with Permission by Author John Tripp, Diagnosed with PD 2006
(April 8, 2012 Version 2)
They told me I have Parkinson’s,
and all they know for sure…
it will get worse every year,
‘til someone finds a cure.
I felt so alone and frighten,
I’ll become some sort of freak,
bent over and shaky,
unsteady on my feet.
So I began preparing
to hide myself away
but then thought of Muhammad –
(once known as Cassius Clay).
A proud and mighty fighter,
knocked down by this disease,
then stood and lite that Olympic flame
so all the world could see.
Then I thought of Michael Fox,
(he does not hides away)
but leads the charge to find a cure
for Parkinson’s today.
So I make this promise,
I will never hide,
but live life to the fullest
(and set my fears aside).
And though I may be shuffling,
as you pass me by,
I’ll hold my head high as I can
And greet you eye to eye.
And, if my struggles make you skittish,
look closer and you will see,
I’m the same person I’ve always been,
just packaged differently.
So when someone is struggling,
be kind as you can be.
It’s not some freak you’re seeing
it’s just Muhammad… Michael… and Me.
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