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| Tremor Tales page 6 |
| King-size Cups Before my date arrived, I got my tremors Slowed with a small sized beer from the Refreshment bar. I drank it from a King-size cup for fear I'd slop it out of A smaller cup's top. By the time I'd downed three, A friend came up. "Man, you drink alot. I Saw you chug down three king-size beers. Bet you're drunk as a skunk." "What? King size? No, man, you got that wrong. I bought small beers In king-size cups." "Bunk!" Seeing that nothing I said would convince him, I said to the Bartender, "Please tell my friend what size beers I bought." "Uh," said she. "Three small poured In, oh I ain't good at remembering." "Great," I groaned, and I drew a line on the floor. I walked it heel to toe and didn't falter. "Okay, okay," said my friend. "Small beers, But your date saw the three king-size cups, too, And she left thinking you're hooked on brew." |
| Come Walk With Me Take my hand though it trembles, Walk with me though I stumble. Let me not travel my road alone Travailed by fears that cloud my vision. With you my hope will not wane, Nor embrace me in vain. No thoughts of strife that may await me Will shatter my peace for the journey. Take my hand though it trembles, Walk with me though I stumble, And my paths blessed will be. Come, my solace, come walk with me. |
| Uncured Of E T I went to the hospital one beautiful day To ask the docs to take my tremors away. Well they thought my shakes nervousness And gave me pills called antidepressants. They then locked me in a psychiatric ward Like I was a member of some dangerous hoard. The pills sent me bouncing off its walls And days passed before a doc hit the hall To hear me plead, "Unprescribe them for me." She did, though she was not the doc I should see. Then, when I was planning my own reprieve, He came to me and he said I could leave. What? I thought. Is that all you have to say? I came here shaking and I still do today. From incarceration I was set free, But I left in despair, uncured of E T. |
| Queen Of Denial I'm not admittin' to anyone that I Have tremors, cuz I don't have any. If anyone asks, Why're you shakin'? I'll focus my jerkin' eyeballs straight at Their peerin' eyes and say, Who? Me? You Must be seein' things. Better get your eyes Checked. Then I'll walk away jigglin' Like a bowl of jello, shakin' arms wrapped 'round My shakin' head, and wonderin' why they asked Such a question of Queen of Denial. |
| I Rise When I Pleases I reached out my trembling hand To stop the alarm clock's shrill ringing And knocked it to the floor where it did shatter. "Good!" I cheered. "I hate its blasted clatter!" I drifted back to sleep, but woe, I'd Forgotten that its preprogrammed second ring Was now shot. I woke late for work, but I Noticed something great; more sleep had caused My tremors to abate. Down with clocks! What matters more, clock ruled, or to be steady? My home computer will be my work station. I'll be my own boss and rise when I pleases, Gladly stepping 'round the clocks broken pieces. . |
| Soar Like A Bird The grocery clerk asked impolitely, "Why're you shaking your head at me?" Mortified, I said, "Im not, I've head tremors." And this jerk of a clerk said with candor, "Oh, I thought you were being shitty with me." Just like that! And so thoughtlessly. This humiliation was made more severe By the hearing of those to my rear. He made no apology, this rudeness czar, And I raced in torment to my car. Inside, I sat crying my eyes out. So weary am I of insults many spout When I shop, or even just roam. Is it no wonder I prefer to stay home? One day either a tremor med, Or an I don't care attitude in my head Will overcome tremor's tormenting wage And I'll soar like a bird freed from its cage. |
| Small Caring Hands Troubled by the shaking of my head I Struggled to steady it, but could not. It Was hard to bear that which I did not want Others to behold. Just then my grandson said, His voice sweet and clear, "Let me help you, Grandma." And gently he steadied it Between his strong small palms. What a Blessing this child whom saw nothing to hide But only Grandma's desire to hold her head calm. Oh the joy that filled my heart with love so grand For this little child with the small caring hands. |
| Stress Elevator Step right in. Ride the elevator To your many level selections. Here we are at the second floor. Excuse me? It's shaking up and down? Of course. Now we'll ride to number four. Here we are. Yes, it's shaking even more. Okay, to the highest floor we'll travel. And here we are, at the top most floor. What? I can't hear you over its rumble. The higher the level, the stronger the quaking. You want out? Sorry about that. This is The stress elevator. Once it has reached its Upper most point returning's hard. That's the Trouble with stress, as it goes up steadiness Becomes less. I'm sending it down, therefore, Also its shaking. Weaken its power source And it lowers. We've reached the ground floor. I know, good riddance stress elevator. |
| I'm Here To End Your Pain The nurse gently lifted her patient's arm And soothed, "I'm here to end your pain" "Get away from me!" he yelped in alarm. "You ain't stabbing me, you'll miss my vein!" "Relax, dear sir, for I'm well trained At giving injections safely. No need to fear." It was then she saw that her hands tremored, And she understood the why of his distress. "Sir, though my hands tremble, I'm blessed With a talent to control them." The caring She showed he saw as sincere, and the sting Of his fear was gone. Injection complete, She silently cheered her tremors' defeat. . |
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