HAVE THIS TERRIBLE AFFLICTION

HAVE THIS TERRIBLE AFFLICTION

have this terrible affliction;

can’t you see

of me hands,

and trembling’s be,

have trouble with

holding hands straight;

as straight as straight can be,

an awful thing for holding coffee cup,

mostly morning on floor

a wiping up chore,

as for picking up peas

we don’t go there,

for off they go down below

and prearrange themselves,

so, be careful where you step

my lunch is close at hand,

and near your foot.

and now they’re telling me

I could be;

a maraca player in a band

when thrust on stage,

and fancy this little black duck

being allowed to run amok,

with medical induced,

of many pills,

and at the age of seventy-three

preforming to my heart’s content,

and trembling hands to boot.