FINAL? THOUGHTS

They say that I've been sick a while
that things like this are slow to grow
message delivered with a false smile
behind their eyes I think they know

Too many years, too much excess
health advisories unheeded
(I thought that they were all unneeded)
but I'm proven wrong, I guess
far too often I said yes

So here I lie in sterile room
no choice but take this final chance
hoping surgeons now can thwart my doom
as anesthetic feeds into I.V.

Never been so scared before
Will this be my final sleep?
If so, where will I wind up?
Is there somewhere To wind up?
Now telling me to count backward
ONE HUNDRED
Ninety Nine
ninety eight
scared.....
wha------------------------

Second example of morphing poetry