Poetry

If it should be that I grow frail and weak

By 12th March 2008December 9th, 2019No Comments

If it should be that I grow frail and weak
And pain should keep me from my sleep,
Then you must do what must be done
For this last battle can’t be won
You will be sad, I understand
Don’t let grief then stay your hand
For this day more than all the rest
Your love and friendship stands the test
We’ve had so many happy years
What is to come can hold no fears
So when the time comes let me go
And take me where my needs they’ll tend
Only stay with me onto the end
And hold me firm and speak to me
Until my eyes no longer see
It’s kindness that you do to me
Although my tail it’s last has waived,
From pain and suffering I’ve been saved
Do not grieve it should be you
Who must decide this thing to do.
We’ve been so close, we two these years
Don’t let your heart hold any tears.
Till we meet again.

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