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 would
not want me to suffer so. When the time
Comes, please, let me go. Take me to
Where 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.
WILL ALWAYS LOVE YOU AND NEVER FORGET YOU!!
|23, Aug 2000|