The Garden

The garden weeps from neglect
Untended, drooping, alone.
I pay no mind
To the weeds, overgrown
Or wild strawberry choking all.

It's not for lack of love or money
or time..I have them all to spare.
I've even tried ten minutes
or so here and there.
A pitifull effort to tame nature.

Now it bends, falls, dying
As a reminder of my age,
my energy, my disability.
Paying my sins' wage:
(tired saying it)Parkinsons.

It has become my story
A statement of ineptitude
for all that I once could do.
The worst? A negative attitude
And a garden that reflects me.