The End of The Road

 

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 and let me go!
   For this is the journey that we all
  Must take and each must go alone!
    It's all a part of the Master 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.

© Robyn Rancman