The old man seemed fed up of aging,
for every time his physician
made him a house call he complained
of aches and pains that did not respond
to the medications any more.
'Doctor, can't you give me an injection
that would deliver me from this life? '
This request eventually became habitual,
repeated during every house call.
The physician was also fed up
and one day decided to contest
the old man's request, so he said,
'Today I am going to oblige
to your repeated requests to be delivered.
I brought the injection you asked for.'
'Doctor, can't we leave that for some other time? '
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