The Good News Poem by Jan Oskar Hansen

the good news

He walked up and down outside the hospital
smoking one cigarette after another worried hadshe cancer
after seven hours the tests were cleared
no cancer, but she had an infection, and the shop nearby was
open so he could buy a celebratory beer. (many)
Her brother had died a few weeks earlier at the same hospital
and he did not want
her to go there, yes, he knows it is silly, but you never know
what tricks fate can do.
Should he lose her, his life will lose its meaning.
He planned to die first and not had to bother with a funeral,
flowers and fake tears and people telling how wonderful he was
which is not true he was a bitter loser.
Jealous of other peoples successes he had hoped to be forgotten
ashes on a blank urn.