Jack Poem

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.