Look at Me !

Look at Me !

W. Peter Sanci Mar. 25 / 2007

Hey what are you looking at ?
I feel like shouting right out loud at times.

Just because I look different to you doesn’t mean I’m not there.
I have Parkinson’s Disease didn’t you
Know ?
That’s the reason for my blank stare, not that I don’t care.
That’s the reason my hands tremble and shake.
Not that I’ve had to much to drink.
When you see the drool come down my mouth,
It’s not because I want to, believe me.
When you see me stumbling down the street it’s because I have lost my balance.
Living with Parkinson’s Disease is not fun.
Every day you wake up you have a new reality to face.
Another part of 55you’re body mot working again.
It goes on and on.
Some days are like diamonds and some days are like stone.
So the next time you want to stare at something , pick a spot on the wall.

Author notes

Hi once again my all potry friends. I have a special poem for you tinight ! I s in church one Sat,. night when I noticed a giy saring at me ! He didn;t stop ! I t was almodt as if he as saying you don;t belong in here ! Well ny dear friend``s that upset me!! I ran home quickly and wrote this poem. The next weeek he was there again and i gave him a copy of fthe poem. He had the nerve tell m thta he wasnt staringat me bit someone ekse ! Well I f¸feek si mucjh better when I go to church now ! I reakky hope you all enjoy my yoem. .