If it should be I grow frail and weak
And pain should wake 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 your grief then stay your hand,
For this day more then the rest,
Your love and friendship stand the test.
We've had so many happy years
What is to come will hold no fears.
You'd not want me to suffer ... so,
When the time comes..please let me go.
Take me where my needs they'll tend,
But stay with me to the end.
Hold me firm and stay with me
Until my eyes no longer see.
Do not grieve that 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 back the tears.
(My thanks to Linda for forwarding this verse on the death of her beloved Red)