Well the verdict's in and it appears

I'm to go on living after all these years

I thought I heard a muffled cuss

after all their frantic muss and fuss

hustled me in with serious haste

didn't want their tools to go to waste

finished up all wearing a frown

appears I had let them down

serious scans to assuage their fears

they found nothing between my ears

took my blood and it was good

pressure holding where it should

organs working all in place

tired of looking at my face

so it could be years, months or days

HE moves in mysterious way

just go on doing what I'm doing

nothing different I might be rueing

and suck up any more new pain

don't want to see me there again

seems they forgot who dragged me in

could have left me where I'd bin

so now my time's my own again

free of their ongoing gloomy refrain

used it to diagnose my own losses and gains

and though it often pours but never rains

it's a decision where contentment reigns . . .

I chalked them up to growing pains