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If It Should Be



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 your 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

Would you want me to suffer? So...

When that time comes please let me go.

Take me where my needs they'll tend

But stay beside me to the end

And hold me firm and speak to me

Until my eyes no longer see.

I know in time that you will see

The kindness that you do for me

Although my tail its last has waved

From pain and suffering I've been saved.

Do not grieve it must be you

Who must decide this thing to do

We've been so close, we two, these years

Remember joy among your tears.

Anonymous