What do you think when you look at me?
Is it just an old man that you see?
Oh how I would like to still be strong!
For my youth, of that I do long.
My manly physique is turned to fat;
Can no longer do this, have trouble doing that.
My speech is slurred, hard to understand;
Balance is not good, which makes walking less than grand.
I doze whenever I stop and sit for awhile…
At times my face is locked without any smile.
I drool and sometimes I can’t catch it at all…
Drips from my mouth on my shirt they do fall.
What do you think when you look at me?
Is it just an old man that you see?
Parkinson’s Disease, abilities taken away…
Things get worse each and every day.
I might not be able to perform as I could.
But, you can do something for me if you would…
Try to see past the old man that you see;
When you look at me, try to see me!