Fw: Carl's Poem

[Harold Jones <harwin@xxxxxxx>]

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> ..Carl Barker has shared with some of us his excellent poem about
Parkinson's
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> My writing shrinks as if to hide from the reality
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> of its being
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> While muscles often twitch like a dog lying dreamily
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> by the fire
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> What demon lurks to cause these changes in my
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> familiar self?
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> What cause to make my gait to drag, my arm to hang
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> lazily at my side?
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> These subtle losses lead me to the sages trained
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> in puzzles of the flesh
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> To seek-but not to find at first-the answers
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> I desire
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> Then onward in my quest for truth, satisfaction
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> must be found
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> At last, a diagnosis known-a name to call this thing -
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> a reason for my trails
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> Now known, fear subsides a bit- it's not THAT but THIS
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> a detour on the path of life
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> An inconvenience
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> Not an end
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> A change in routine here, a new medication there
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> and I will triumph
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> It will not control, but be controlled
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> My demon now known, loses power to posses
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> And is in turn possessed
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> Carl R. Barker, President
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> Maine Chapter, APDA
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