Chuckles

Today I found out, That the Doctor wants to see me... Something in my bloodwork, No surprise to me... A 6 month life sentence to live, Not a surprise to me, Livin' all the time, In awful agony.. No one can understand How this can make me smile... And I hold my tongue, Try this pain but for awhile Expansive dreams Of eternal sleep, Make me smile, While others weep I'll pick my casket, And clothes to wear, Not that I need them, Who'll be there? And have my first goodnight's repose, Time enough later, for others to criticize my clothes. I'm sitting in the first row, Of cheap folding chair, No one can see me, But, trust me, I was there Tears shed for effect, For others there too, I doubt if any real loss, Would fool me or you... The lid is closed, My last trip to start, Flowers abundant, Breaking heart.. Not their's, trust me I know much better, But those who want To leave tears wetter, To fool the fools, Little do they realize, Every one, sees with unjaundiced eyes, That real is real, And not is quite not,