This stiffness: a gift
I would rather return.,
These tremors,
Bad habits, I wish to unlearn.
My wife will command me:
‘Mike, move upright’,
Without her this evening,
I tilt to the night.
I don’t have her near,
My kind carer and friend,
Her absence is noticed,
Because I now bend.
Should I refrain
From Parkinson’s re-right,
Or can she forgive me
For bending tonight?