Under Pressure
I’m chewing off much more than I can
bite
A habit deep engrained for many years
I know I didn’t get that first line
right
This brain disease reduces me to
tears
My working memory beyond repair
I really shouldn’t overload my day
I recognise I must take greater care
For there are consequences I must pay
My concentration wanders in the
breeze
I dither and I dather in a daze
I need to pace not race along at
speed
Through life the way I did in former
days
Degenerating neurons in my head
Are why I mustn’t thin myself too spread
Martin Pickard
Martin Pickard started writing poetry
in 2019 following his retirement from business after fifty years and lives with
his wife and cocker spaniel in Bedfordshire. He was a runner up in the
Parkinson’s Art Vivid Dreams poetry competition and is the host of their
monthly open mic night, Poets with Parkinson’s.