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 Doctor Dubins 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 high school,
Played harmonica , felt so cool.
Loved girls, but they didnt love me,
Played my music felt lonely.
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?
Spend my days mentoring cancer patients,
The dreams alive, I’m not dead.