Poetry Corner
A DEDICATION written by Don Willcox 2005
A sufferer of Parkinsons and Arachnoiditis
LIVING WITH ARACHNOIDITIS
Written by Don Willcox
Oh what a tangled web occurs
When neuro-surgeon's judgement errs
And we poor souls now rue the day
When contrast liquid came our way
For our spines have had their fill
Of dreaded fluid Myodil
And in pain we all cry "damn"
When we recall our Myelogram
Now Meningal membrane mangled
Has caused scar tissue to be tangled
And within back's lumbar region
Has formed each painful nerve adhesion
The pressure on each nerve sciatic
Has had an impact most dramatic
Upon each person's tortured brain
Due to the resulting pain
Some surrender to it all
Some are climbing up the wall
Some for morphine pump will beg
Some seek solace from a keg
Some of us retain the hope
That with our ailment we can cope
Beneath life's brutal blows we cower
Pop pills and hop into hot shower
We spurn our woes and shun our pain
Treat each disaster with disdain
Learn every cunning coping trick
And give our miseries the flick
No matter how bad are our pains
We are the masters of our brains
For though we have Arachnoiditis
We shall not let this ailment blight us
This poem was written by Don for our meeting
at Warilla 11th September, 2005
ALWAYS SMILING AND FORGIVING
Written by Don Willcox
Just a pair of sparkling eyes
Just an upturned quirky smile
More joy than sadness I surmise
Upon her lovely wrinkled dial
Her eyes have seen a lot of woe
Strife and suffering and pain
In nearly 60 years or so
Yet her illness left no stain
Upon her fresh and youthful heart
More than what she gained she'll give
Of fear and hate she will have no part
But clings to the alternative
So my sweet friend here's to you
The world is better for you living
Just keep on doing as you do
Always smiling and forgiving
This poem was written for our meeting
at Blacktown RSL 29th January, 2006
THIS POEM WAS WRITTEN BY A TERMINALLY ILL GIRL IN A NEW YORK HOSPITAL
SLOW DANCE
Have you ever watched kids on a merry-go-round?
Or listened to the rain slapping on the ground?
Ever followed a butterfly's erratic flight?
Or gazed at the sun into the fading night
YOU BETTER SLOW DOWN.
Don't dance so fast, time is short, the music won't last.
Do you run through each day, on the fly?
When you ask HOW ARE YOU? do you hear the reply?
When the day is done, do you lie in your bed
With the next hundred chores running through your head?
YOU BETTER SLOW DOWN
Don't dance so fast, time is short, the music won't last.
Ever told your child, we will do it tomorrow!
And in your haste, not seen his sorrow?
Ever lost touch, let a good friendship die,
Cause you never had time to call and say Hi!
YOU BETTER SLOW DOWN
Don't dance so fast, time is short, the music won't last.
When you run so fast to get somewhere
You miss all the fun of getting there.
When you worry and hurry through your day
It is like an upopened gift...thrown away.
Life is not a race, do it slower, hear the music
BEFORE THE SONG IS OVER!!!!!!