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 that 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!
Edgar A. Guest
In memory of Andrea whom we all miss but who we also must let go, even if it's the hardest thing we will ever do...
thats a real neat poem...so glad you keep puttin stuff on here!after months of checkin almost daily to see how Andrea was doing, its just hard not to...somehow it just brings a touch of Andrea...thinking of you lots...
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