Mark Has Parkinsons

Mark has Parkinsons.
His wife has moved on.
He clutches thin air
Where her light once shone.
Yet with his jaunty walk
And cheery smile
He makes me ashamed.
At least my future's not maimed.
But mister you still have style.
Parkinsons has Mark
His life has moved on.
His milk shakes
His heart aches
Yet with his cheery walk
And jaunty smile
He makes me humble.
I'm just a bee
Who's lost its bumble.
But mister you still have style.

poem by Kevin East
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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