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, 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 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 need 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 for 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 you heart hold any tears.
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