The end's hardly nigh

Twixt life and hereafter
Break out in laughter
The better side of sixty
Louder, if you're thrifty

Ponder the tired frame
On inflammation, blame
Cells and tissues run amok
Immune cells, called, flock

Surgeons beckon  
A windfall they reckon                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                     
Invading, nipping. gently
They probe, intelligently

Negative biopsy report!
You can still hold court
The end's hardly nigh
In consolation, sigh
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