Old Father Time

Old Father time  - The Poem (song)

The chill of old father time shoots down my neck

Like a cold north wind keeping me in check

My Parkinson's filling me with apathy and woe

I can’t be bothered and it’s starting to show

Fatigue visit’s and it’s time for a  snooze

My body jerks like I've blown a fuse

This random body twitch, where the electricity flowed

Riding this shock wave, as I deal with the overload

The goose pimples and the shivers,

Electricity which flows through me like rivers

A lightening conductor trying to find its own earth

So Random an individual like it’s just given birth

The aftermath, hoping to find the off switch

Waiting for my mind, to create the next twitch

Nerve endings in series, waiting for the next surge

Tired, Anxious, and waiting for the next pulse to emerge

The energy, the power and a mindset now dated

It comes from within, just how is it created?

My server flickers and is beginning to fade

Sparks fly, where ideas used to be made

.

Cables now intermittently charging my battery

Do I need to reboot my setting back to factory?

My internal server out dated parts now worn

My meds trying to  reconnect circuits now frayed and torn

Parkinson's , the rhythm and the rhyme.

I feel the shadow of old father time