When I come to the end of the road
And the sun has set for me
I want no rites in a gloom filled room
Why cry for a soul set free.
Miss me a little, but not too long
And not with your head bowed low,
Remember the love that we once shared
Miss me, but let me go.
For this is a journey we all must take
And each must go alone,
It‘s all a part of the master‘s plan
A step on the road to home.
When you are lonely and sick of heart
Go to the friends we know
And bury your sorrows in doing good deeds
Miss me, but let me go.
A helpful poem received during one time of sadness for myself and my loved ones in 2001.
Helpful for others also, I hope. Marion x