If I die in the gutter today, stumbling blind and stuttering,
Will you help me on my way?
Will you place copper lids upon my eyes?
Will you pay my fare across the river of life’s forgetting?
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Only one line spoils this for me, David....'Opium fuelled madness.' If it were fuelled from your imagination and creativity I would find it far more of an excellent read. Or maybe I have got it all wrong? Let me know. Still a brilliant poem! ! Love, Fran xx