Why? Poem by Lindsey Priest

Join the end of the line,
It may take some time,
Like a Disney queue,
Winding in and out and through.
Will I ever reach the end?
Is it just around that bend?
I left two hours ago,
My family do not know,
That I can see their tears,
I can sense all of their fears,
I can see into each mind,
But I never thought I’d find
So many people sad,
Leaving them I felt so bad.
I believe my time was done,
I tried to make life fun.
So until we meet again
I’ll watch over you till then.
Forget me, I know you won’t,
But I sincerely hope you don’t
Let your life go cold
Find someone’s hand to hold

At last, the end of the queue
Hello God, nice to meet you.
I have one thing to say
‘Why did you take away
My health when I was young?
I was only forty-one!
Parkinson’s Disease is a bad nightmare
And I just didn’t think it was fair! ’