The Last Battle
If it
should be that I grow frail and weak,
And
pain should keep me from my sleep,
Then
will you do what must be done,
For
this, the last battle, can't be won.
You
will be sad I understand,
But
don't let grief then stay your hand,
For on
this day, more than the rest,
Your
love and friendship must stand the test.
We have had so many happy years,
You
wouldn't want me to suffer so.
When
the time comes, please, let me go.
Take me to where to my needs they'll
tend,
Only,
stay with me till the end
And hold me firm and speak to me,
Until
my eyes no longer see.
I know
in time you will agree,
It is
a kindness you do to me.
Although my tail its last has waved,
From
pain and suffering I have been saved.
Don't grieve that it must be you,
Who
has to decide this thing to do;
We've
been so close,we two, these years,
Don't
let your heart hold any tears.
Author
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