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 times that we once shared,
Miss me...but let me go.
For this is a journey we all must take,
And each of us goes alone.
When you are lonely and sick at heart,
Go to the friends and family we know.
Bury your sorrows in doing good deeds,
Miss me....but let me go.
Author: George R. Monseur
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