Tests

Can't sleep tonight (tomorrow's tests),
So toss and turn (so much for rest);
I'm up, I'm down, I'm all around –
Can't even eat, though look around.

Of course there's nothing I can do –
Can't study like the college fool;
Can't exercise to limber up;
Can't visualize – the test's not rough –

Like weighing-in or measuring height –
"Blood sample take then scan him right";
A week of that uncertain hell –
Of ticking clock and Duncan's bell.

I thought I'd passed this sort of thing;
I thought perspective's what I bring;
But no – they're right – we nervous get
When cycle brings this Texas bet.

Less tests of course would not assist,
For me – at least, though I resist –
I'd rather know, as best they can
Than die like dad, a care-free man.

Lord, lift these cares from off my mind;
Help me to sleep, I hate this grind;
My soul is flooded with un-ease
Re: status of this dread disease.

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