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Parkinson disease.
No graceful path till life does cease.

Shake, rattle and roll.
No party dance till midnight bells toll.

Still, there may be hope for the cure
As exponential, pharmaceutical advances lure.

There may be time—hours, minutes, seconds!
In this universe of faith, hope beckons.


poem by S.A. Bort: 14 September 2016

photo by S.A. Bort: 26 September 2016