The Same Man

I’m the same man I used to be…
Just now I’m more prone to slip and fall,
I’ve still the same dreams I used to see…
Now there’s a horror story written on the wall,
I still love you like I used to do…
Just take a look through this disguise,
My heart still yearns to be with you…
And look deep within these frozen eyes,
My arms still long to hold you tight…
The embrace is just not as steady any more,
I’ll watch over you through the night…
Now that I don’t sleep as I did before,
I’m the same man I used to be…
Why past this shell can’t people see?

 

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