ALL BELOVED ONES

“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 feel 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 years,

What is to come can hold no fear.

You wouldn’t want me to suffer so.