Waiting

Waiting, waiting, waiting some more ,

 5 days 4hrs till I know the score

Why should I bother to worry and fret

.all will be perfect again ,I bet!

Well perfect may not be the perfect word

I got terminal cancer , its bloody absurd!

The hands move or do they? ,time passes so slow

Roll on appointment , I just gotta know

Head pounding ,not knowing , heart thumping like mad

Will it be good news ,or will tidings  be sad?

Scans have been seen , records all read

Its in their hands  whether Im gonna be living, or dead

Its another day at the office, another hard slog,

 they know whats happening , but my minds  agog,

I look at the dial , another minute as flown,

I wonder if theres more mets in my bone

Come on appointment get here swift as  can be,

 I just want to know , WHATS HAPPENING TO ME !