At your Service
The road I take a lonely road.
I have no friends or relatives
Nor have I any fixed abode.
my only purpose ending lives.
I do not choose which lives to take
Contrarywise they call on me
to bring an end to their heartache.
When life’s become a misery
If they are living in great pain
and have no way of gaining ease
A burden too much to sustain.
They welcome me I bring release
When you find life too much to bear.
Just call to me and I will hear.
26-Oct-08
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poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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