A man with Parkinson’s walks into a pub
He asks the Innkeeper for a pint and some grub
The innkeeper looked the man up and down
Then says very loud
“ere you’re pissed”
“You had better sit down”
Everyone turned and took a judgmental look
At the man for a drunkerd they all then misstook
With shaking hand he reached for his glass
But when he lifted it, it was with a steady grasp
Then slowly he put it to his lips
and took a long enjoyable sip
The clientele jury was now undecided
With what they had witnessed
Their consciences collided
It was really just their lack of awareness
After the man had finished his lunch
And very aware of the people who stared
Stood up from his seat and shuffled to the door
Then stopped and turned, a message to you all
Just in case I stumble and fall
“I am not pissed
it’s Parkinson’s I have
That’s all
Good title. It made me want to read the poem which was as enjoyable as expected.