Sense Sonnet - Tickler

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A hypochondriac I guess

Is an apt description of me.

I have been very healthy, yes,

But always worried what might be

Causing my latest ache and pain.

I go to Doc to check it out,

And Doc always tells me quite plain,

Nothing here to worry about.

But the older I get, I know

There will come a time when I die.

And I'm hoping that when I go,

A real fancy disease is why.

My epitaph that I will pick,

'Hey Doc, I told you I was sick."