Her Own Choice Poem by ivor or ivor.e hogg

She could no longer cope alone.
Knew all too well that it was true
and there was something else she knew.
Her race was run, time to move on.

She did not wish to vegetate
in some well run establishment
Where lunch became the main event.
With no attempt to stimulate.

The workings of an agile mind,
trapped inside a useless shell.
A body which had served her well.

Before her health was undermined,
by ailments which progressively
destroyed all of her abilities.
The time had come to quit the game.

So she decided she would die
in her own bed in her own home
To be pain free would be welcome.
So she died voluntarily.

The cause of death no mystery.
She chose to exercise her right,
While she had the will to write
the finish to her life story.

22/04/2009

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