You’ve gotta laugh

You’ve gotta laugh haven’t you,
When the results come back,
And its bad news again,
When they order more scans,
And endless tests,
You’ve gotta laugh.

You’ve gotta laugh haven’t you,
When they prod and poke you,
And take your blood,
So you feel like a lump of meat,
Or a specimen in a petri dish,
You’ve gotta laugh.

You’ve gotta laugh haven’t you,
When you take your pills,
Faithfully day in and day out,
And swallow the hope that they seem to offer,
Even though they don’t seem to work,
You’ve gotta laugh.

You’ve gotta laugh haven’t you,
When the hot flushes take you,
And your blood pressure rises,
When you feel so achy and tired,
That wonder if its worth going on,
You’ve gotta laugh.

You’ve gotta laugh haven’t you,
When you read the letters your consultant writes,
And there in cold medical words,
And heartless dissected detail,
You see the signature of your death,
You’ve gotta laugh.

You’ve gotta laugh haven’t you,
When you hear the sound of the ticking clock,
As your life drifts softly away,
And you’re left to think,
Of all that might have been different,
You’ve gotta laugh.

Haven’t you?