[Intro]
In a bright ward, the beeps keep time,
A silver humor in the corners of the room.
[Verse 1]
Patient smiles, asks softly, “Got a moment, dear?”
Nursepipes a laugh, a stethoscope like a horn.
“Doc says I’ve got jokes for my last big scene,”
I wink and say, “Then cue the punchline born to cure.”
[Pre-Chorus]
The white coats whirl with a gentle, comic grace,
A chart becomes a prop, a curtain for the face.
[Chorus]
If this is my last wish, let joy be the sound,
A goofy tale to echo all around.
Let the room bloom with a silly tune—bright and kind,
A tender joke, a warm goodbye, with love we’ll sign.
[Verse 2]
I list my wishes, one by one, in a playful trance:
“First: a window view of pigeons doing a dance.
Second: a nurse marching with a kazoo and bow,
And third: a miracle—my socks still match somehow.”
[Pre-Chorus]
Laughter bubbles as the monitors blink in time,
Visiting grandmothers hum along to the chime.
[Chorus]
If this is my last wish, let joy be the sound,
A goofy tale to echo all around.
Let the room bloom with a silly tune—bright and kind,
A tender joke, a warm goodbye, with love we’ll sign.
[Bridge]
“Before you go,” I joke, “sign this legible note:
Please keep the cafeteria’s soup forever afloat.”
The doctor grins, pockets full of patient smiles,
We trade a wink to stretch these last long miles.
[Chorus]
If this is my last wish, let joy be the sound,
A goofy tale to echo all around.
Let the room bloom with a silly tune—bright and kind,
A tender joke, a warm goodbye, with love we’ll sign.
[Outro]
The ward glows softer as the punchlines land,
A final bow between a heart and hand.
