Thinking, thinking, thinking
And my left thumb the only remains
After Parkinson’s
Pain too: unbearable, faithful
I am so trapped I do not ask
To whom I can offer my
Thinking, thinking, thinking
This would give purpose to my days:
Offering my counsel to our
Nurses, friends, teens,
Churches, leaders
Or working on some big question
Of philosophy or society
These goods I can do with my
Thinking, thinking, thinking
But I need your help
In this direction to open my
Thinking, thinking, thinking
:- Doug.
