I know an older man,
trembles to his hand
his body won’t do
what he wants it too
used to play guitar
until his fingers would bleed
He was a master
until Parkinson’s disease
over and over, he still tries
I fight a tear in the corner of my eye
he chases that which he loves most
but it’s like trying to catch a ghost
and maybe I can so deeply relate
because I have shared his fate
