This precious gift that we call life is somehow just not fair
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(You lying there upon your bed, me sitting in this chair.)
It's difficult to say "Please stay" and watch you suffer so.
And harder still to say "good-by" and then to let you go.
How do we pass this precious time?
(How much do we have left?)
Speak words of love and reminisce.
Not one word of regret!
We've done the things we felt we must.
We've learned to love and care and trust.
We mustn't stop those lessons now
Though this seems "All God's fault" somehow.
We walk this long last mile with you each one within our heart.
In view of all eternity we won't be long apart.
And OH! What joy awaits you, there upon the other side.
(No wonder we all sit and cry at being left behind!)
The trick, I guess, is balance .... To meet life toe to toe.
And then when it's completed,... to gracefully let go.
Hold tight to all the pictures of what's on the other shore.
And plan a great reunion that will last for ever more.