if I cried a bit
if I lingered with Parkinson’s
and felt sorry for myself
I’d be human after all
is this payment for insight
or a cosmic roll of dice
or is it God’s own design
or some figment in my mind
while on earth I spend time
in life my hands shake
my arms and legs ache
sometimes it’s hard to breathe
as I cough choke and wheeze
but living goes on
with or without me
with our without me
©2008 Brian’s Prose
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