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 stray 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 wouldn't want me to suffer so
When the time comes please let me go
Take me to where my needs they'll tend
And hold me firm and speak to me
Until my eyes no longer see
I know in time you will agree
It's 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
Do not stand at my grave and weep.
I am not there. I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow.
I am the diamond glints on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain.
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awaken in the morning's hush,
I am the swift uplifting rush
of quiet birds in circling flight.
I am the soft star that shines at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry.
I am not there. I did not die.
— author unknown ~