Living the dream

Happy in my dream, my health exudes

With youth and long forgotten vigour

Where Parkinsons cannot intrude

In this place he does not figure

But there I cannot long remain

As the dawn invades my space

inevitably I must try again

To put a smile on this blank face

Take that first unstable stride

Again those words ' You're looking good '

No , it's just that I can hide

And surely would do if I could

I know it shouldn't be a re-write and ,I admit, it could be argued as such. However the challenge inspired me to write this, so that's my excuse :-)