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Thank you Marvin! A beautiful, sensitive and very moving poem. Please carry on writing! Best wishes, Margaret. At 10:43 PM 11/11/96 -0500, you wrote: >I was sitting beside the entrance to a shop. >It was a warm sunny place I chose to stop. >My mind was busy with thoughts and plans. >My senses filled with sights, and the soft >flutter of waving fans. >Then a voice said that I must move. >I had no choice, it said with a shove. >The sun, replaced by bitter pain, the >knowlege of loss was back again. >The happy moment was lost to me, >and from that gloom I could not break free. >Till a friend came and saw the one >inside this thing called Parkinsons. > >So, before a chair with wheels you move, >take care. Be aware of the person sitting there. >For though the feelings don't always show >a careless push may cause tears to flow. > >