Cinder Parkie

Cinder Parkie

A traditional story

That’s part of its glory

Man once hale and hearty

He became Cinder Parkie

Into his happy life

Came such trouble and strife

No I don’t mean a wife

Parkie stress was rife

He shook and had tremor

Bradykinesia and more

Interrupts gait and constipation

Bladder urgent, frustration

A voice quiet today

Writing what does it say?

Poor balance and loss of posture

As time goes on there will  be more

No longer steps but feet shuffle

Brain fogged and in a kerfuffle

Depression and anxiety

Are no strangers, won’t let him be

Then one day he awakes

Aching body close to break

In his room there is a stranger

She watches he feels no danger

Pharmacie Diagnose

Feels it in fingers and toes

She sees his symptoms and just knows

Knows his pain, he has no need to show

How can I help what can I do?

He  misses the pub, beer or two

Pharmacie his fairy godmother

Medicates him, its no bother

She casts her spells with pills and potions

He has hope now as one of his notions

To find the right balance will take time

But everyday weakness falls, strength climbs

My magic cannot give you a cure

Relief from symptoms but no more

It will ache and it will progress

But one day a spell will find redress

That is no reason not to live

A man of talent with much to give

Take opportunity, take a chance

The pub is holding strictly dance

Surely that cannot be for me

My days of dancing long gone you see

Fully accessible she replied

Across the dance floor your feet will glide

To encourage participation

Raffle partners syncopation

A night for fun and glitter balls

But what if he has  a fall

My spells and potions will protect

Until midnight your body they correct

But stay longer and they will turn off

Return of your symptoms will be rough

O pic a pone***she invites choice of horse                   ***pronounced Oh pick a pony

Turns into a chauffeur with a cap of course

Picking a box labelled as Madapar

Co-benelfopa magic word creates car

“Ippinix “ he stands straight shakes gone

“Rasagiline”  he is dapper with suit on

Driven to the event in his stretch  limo

He hears gossip, Is he a star? Who knows?

Out of the car he takes a chance

He eyes a  beauty caught in a glance

She moved with grace of a princess

Hi I’m Vanessa just call me ness

The CinderParkie he had defined

His identity in his mind

She replied as he gsve his name

Its really nice to meet you James

Drawn together by circumstance

New partners but perfect match  for dance

They danced as one across the floor

From the judges got the highest score

Overcome by joy and excitement

Time flew to future appointment

He found he was starting tremor and  shake

Cramp grasped his left foot making it ache

As he felt the magic drain from  his veins

Turned off stopped strutting, shuffled again

Aiming for speed but catching up to slow motion

He rushes through door almost tripped by emotion

His  left shoe comes off, his foot cramps and claws

Toes curl with force and grab hold spasm without pause

He staggered into the undergrowth a ghost hidden

Camouflaged by foliage faded from sight unbidden

Ness looks around for her new companion

Surely he could not without goodbye be gone

What had happened what had gone wrong

She looked outside but he was seen by no-one

From the ground she gathered a clue

Surely no one would leave with one shoe

She checked with others, What was wrong?

No-one had seen him leave the throng,

Pharnacie sixth sense awarej not gone to plan

Looks through a window spies a horse but no man

One  final duty she must ask, to track,

To locate and then bring James safely back

We move along  through  the next four weeks

Ness had no success but continues to seek

James tired and sad, thinks his future bleak

When least expected starts his winning streak.

Pharmacie read a poster seeking a dancer.

Straight away she kmew  who should answer

Handed the poster to James and his eyes widened

She wanted to return shoe, and he was frightened

James rang Ness and although he did panic

Talked at high speed and his tone was manic

James explained he ran ashamed of Parkinson’s

He was so sorry it was nothing she had done.

We have  reached the end without wedding glory

They became close friends, it is not a romance story

They danced every week partners stepped in time

Sharing smiles, synchronised and sublime