- I’m becoming tiny, really rather small
- Like a little mouse, hardly there at all.
- Voice getting quieter, quiet and weak
- Often only managing, a tiny little squeak
- Strides becoming shorter, feet drag the floor
- Using all my strength, try to reach the door
- Place hands along the wall, feeling the way
- Body moves, feet don’t, please don’t fall I say
- Slip and slide, gradually I stumble
- Just wanting to move, I try and I mumble.
- I lean, I lunge; try and move away
- Making any progress? Impossible today
- All of this palarva for a cup of tea
- Hoping there’s a hob nob in the tin for me
- I stop and think, do I really need a cup of tea
- Is I really worth it? As i sink to my knees
- When will my meds kick in, god only knows
- As the mouse scuttles away on its tiny little toes
- What shall I be when I grow up
- I think I will make something up
- A Squirmmeister, a Fruit-twister, a neolithic mime
- Crickey, you just caught me trying to use up time
- It’s 0313 in the morn, not time to get up yet
- Crawling the walls, no sleep yet
- Wishing I could sleep, have some rest as well
- And actually one day, sleep through the alarm bell
- Sorry you have woken, to another silly rhyme
- After a good nights sleep, checking in at breakfast time
- Only to see another, nighttime post from me
- Waffling about insomnia, at half past three
