Doer of the Deeds
Doer of the deeds,
sender to the dirt.
Please be kind when you take me,
be sure it doesn't hurt.
Let me die within my sleep,
not by a killers hands.
Or in some tangled wreck of steel,
by some intoxicated man.
Let it not be by some pain,
of which there is no cure.
Or in a bed hooked to machines,
not knowing what is sure.
Let me die a peaceful death,
no one wants for hurt.
Doer of the deeds,
sender to the dirt.
Copyright © Ken Bennight | Year Posted 2016
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