Feeling sorry for myself today

Waiting to hear the doctor say

Either boo or hip hip hooray

Not much difference either way

Just another false delay

For those events that are in play

More annoying examinations

All the waiting to try my patience

Going here and going there

Getting punctured everywhere

More hanging 'round just take a seat

All those involved are going to meet

You can go we'll be in touch

Fine with me doesn't matter much

Whatever's happening, it doesn't hurt

I wear it like a familiar shirt

No big changes in my daily routine

Same old view no change of scene

Sounds like self pity, might be, don't know

Don't really care as these things go

Still have some pleasures, things I enjoy

Writing on here about an old cowboy

My kids of course and theirs as well

Just listening to the tales they tell

Que sera sera the lyrics go

Can't worry about what I don't know

Already had my taste of fate

When life dropped in and stole my mate

So I'll just consider pleasing me

And figure whatever will be will be