Don't Mention the 'P' Word
By Silver Spun Sand
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“Well...just look who it isn’t!
Only said the other week
I’d not seen hide nor hair of you,
and now look who I meet.
They told me what the trouble was –
well, you know how folk’ll talk;
if I’m honest though, I guessed as much,
from the tell-tale way you walk.
My dear old dad, God rest his soul,
had the self-same thing, you see,
but he never beefed about it –
said, ‘There’s plenty worse than me.’
That’s true enough, but hand on heart,
and I don’t mind telling you,
the Lord alone knows how I’d feel
if I had the damned thing too.
Still, sure as eggs is blooming eggs,
life carries on the same,
we have to make the best of it. Say,
don’t it look like rain?”
“It’s really good to see you, too;
don’t get out much, not of late.
When they told me I’d got Parkinson’s –
took the wind right out my sails.
Take my hat off to your father –
would have liked to shake his hand;
the pun was as intended; your dad –
he’d understand.
I’ve just been down to Waitrose,
but the whole thing was frustrating,
fumbling at the checkout – keeping
all them people waiting.
Turned a deaf ear to their ‘tutting’ –
kept that stiff, upper lip – quipped,
“I can but beg your pardon...
what I cannot do is ‘quick’.”
Then I carried on regardless,
told them ‘Have a nice day’.
Well, you have to laugh, don’t you?”
Or cry...as they say?
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I like the everyday speech in
I like the everyday speech in this. 'The English' - I am English and my parents are both from Eastern Europe do this non-stop. They will express deep pain and then say 'can't complain', 'mustn't grumble' etc. Elsie
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There are beautiful things
There are beautiful things about everyday speech and Elsie does very well with everyday speech. Everyday speech is very rhythmic too and most people are pretty poetic without knowing it. James Joyce brought out the poetry in everyday speech in Ulysses. Beauty doesn't have to be like: "Shall I compare thee to a summer's day/ Thou are more lovely or more temperate..." or "What flight or wonder dare compares/ to thine eyes, those dovely pairs." Beauty is when you see the appropriate relations between the parts of a whole... see its rhythmic necessity... and understand the whole which gives you sense of "wholeness." That is beauty, the thingness of the thing which most Postmodernists deny as existent.
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Hello Tina,
Hello Tina,
Just seen this and had to comment. You are so right when you say people don't understand the condition. Yesterday a neighbour was talking to my husband and he happened to mention that I had P. The neighbour said 'Oh, that's just a bit of a shake, isn't it?. Tell that to Derek when I have to wake him just to turnover in bed. The latest one is medication. Is your husband on ropinerole? I am or, at least, I would be if I could break into the blessed blister pack.
I hope this poem doesn't mean that your husband's condition is worsening. Give him my best wishes, please.
Moya
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