I’m Going To Die of Lung Cancer

Woke up dreams in my head    
I didn't realize I was dead.    
In the dream, I was three,    
Why’s that lady touching me?    
Then i was a eight years old,    
blood dripping in dirty white snow.    
Laying on Doctors table,    
Stiching my nose, staying quite stable.    
At thirteen became a man,    
Parents fighting, couldn't understand.    
Dad walks out it was winter,    
He would never come  back for mom’s dinner.    
Made it into an art  school,    
Played harmonica , felt so cool.    
Liked girls, but they didn't like  me,    
Played my music as theraphy.  
My first love was a disaster,    
The pain still there years after.    
Sold art supplies in New York City,    
My biggest account was P Diddy.    
Went to a club with some guys,    
Didn't expect the night's surprise.    
A cute girl ask me to dance,    
I never thought I stand a chance.    
Got her number, called the next day,    
37 yrs later Im happy to say.    
Found a religion and god blessed me,    
Peter, Victoria and Anthony.    
Now the nest is empty for us,    
It took a little time for us to adjust.    
2019 wasn’t very good,    
I got the c word this was absurd.    
As a never smoker how could this be,    
I got chemo, radiation and immunotherapy,    
21 months later I was cancer free,    
Hit 5 yrs, why me?    
If you have lungs you can get lung cancer,
MERCK's KEYtruda , was my answer.