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, the 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 the rest,

Your love and friendship stand the test.

We've had so many happy years,

What is to come can hold no fears,

You'd not want me to suffer, so,

When the time comes, please let me go.

Take me where my need they'll tend,

Only, stay with me to the end,

And hold me firm and speak to me,

Until my eyes no longer see.

Author Unknown