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Sitting quietly on a deck chair; waves gently kissing the sandy shore;

The sun warms me; breaking down the sun block, I read a ‘Daily Bore’.

Children screaming in wild excitement; seller wandering plying soft drinks

All of the above words now bathe your mind, fond memories me thinks!

 

Millions of minute details filed in your mega-bite memory bank, on snooze

The system waiting for ‘hearing’ to latch onto a word; initially can confuse

Frantically; at lightning speed memories churn; sifts data; out image pops

Spiritually your back at that ‘beach’; sounds and smell onto senses hops

 

In 2005 I went to my GP over a shake in my hand; like a perpetual wave

Of the causes uttered, I wasn’t ready for that word ‘Parkinson’s’ she gave

“I’m not old enough”, I said; this huge boulder hit; my life all but downed

Its weight was upon me, crushing my life structure, world tumbles around

 

My world was forced down by unwanted life changing sets of scary events.

I went back to the small print in ‘human being’ contract; give recompense

Scanning through in fine detail, of course, the Lord had the very last word

There on the bottom line ‘any other changes’; “Come on that’s so absurd” 

 

Since that date the Lord has shown me more words; future and hope

Since diagnosis he is using his vision for me to help equip others to cope

He uses my poetic words; maybe a line or the whole poem will conspire 

To enable you regain control of life’s direction; become ‘Poems-2-Inspire ‘.