WEED


Weed

Over several decades I ignored the truth

Believed those who lied without shame

Until research on this drug opened minds

Revealing more cures than blame.

I am ashamed that I did not stand up

For those in medical need.

I walked the straight and narrow,

Argued against the devil weed.

Parkinson’s Disease revealed itself,

A disease that crippled and tied me,

Left me in knots without release

No cures could set me free.

Pills, countless pills, were prescribed

To shake loose the disease’s grip

But medical doctors were no help to me,

An appointment was a useless trip.

Discovery and legal change brought hope

Giving me new reasons to live

Now I could try what worked for me

Cures that could set me free.

 

 

 

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