A Poem of Inspiration for all those tortured as I was, with such a hard decision.
This poem stared me in the face when I was struggling so hard with the decision.
If it 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, stray your hand
For this day more than the rest
Your love and friendship stand the test.
Although my tail, its last has waved
From pain and suffering, I’ve been saved
Do not grieve that it should 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.