Dedicated
To those who have ended their lives prematurely
In pain of mind with a sudden urge at the end
To leave this world, its problems, its angst
In an act too sad, too late, to comprehend.
Where a river, the Nith, the Clyde or Forth
Tay or Dee, Thames or Severn
Tyne or Weir, Trent or Wye
Has given you escape today to your silent heaven.
A dedication alas, too late to come to comfort
So may it instead, with this wish in mind
Record the friendship, the love and the happiness
You shared on earth with your brother, mankind.
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