Kathleen M. Walsh

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, 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 at heart Go to the friends we know And bury your sorrows in Doing good deeds. Miss me, but let me go.