The Parkinson's War
We march to battle
with shuffling feet.
“Heal, toe! Heal, toe!”
the cadence commands.
We load our weapons
with fumbling fingers.
Our ammo: medicine, a
healthy diet, and exercise.
To battle till death
with an undefeated foe.
Undefeated because
there is no cure . . . yet.
But the battle is not won
by simply killing the enemy,
Though we hope and pray
to see the day of its defeat.
The true battle is a fight
to live life to its fullest.
Despite the odds.
Despite the losses.
That, my fellow Parkies,
is a battle we can win—today.
~ R. L. Copple
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