When i come to the end of the road,
And the sun has set for me,
I want no rites in gloom filled rooms,
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 part of the Master’s plan,
A step on the road home.
When you are lonely and sick at heart,
Go to friends we know,
And busy your sorrows in doing good
deeds.
Miss me………………but let me go.
The death of anyone be it family, friends or anyone i don’t know makes me reflect on alot of things in life. Most of us cry when we lose people dear to us………I cry for never having been able to say goodbye, i cry for the families left behind, i cry for 2moro wen u’ll not here………..i cry because its the only way i know how to express wat i feel inside, i cry because i’ll never forget u, i cry because i didn’t see it coming………..yet the memory of your life is as real as can be.
Hi 9, I looked at your page real good for about an hour and noticed that kid up there has only four toes on the left foot. That’s how bored and dumb I be.
It’s hard to let go especially when you didn’t appreciate them as much as you should have, it sucks big………Nice start to the week? or is this black monday?
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This is so poignant.
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This was good & sad
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That’s a good poem & sad
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I cry when it hits me that i wont see that person again…and that some where down the line, i wont remember the little things about them..
kinda sad….
this remind me of fav dictum
“death comes to everyone,why doesnt life”,Hugh prather
and reading again…a beauty of memories in the piece
Bitter-sweet
Tryin to find closure…….i know THEY wouldn’t want me to mourn them for long and let my life pass me by.
Ta y’all.
I cry and i cry i ask questions but there are no answers but after that i rejoice in the memories i have of the people gone.
Be Silent is right… we have to rejoice that we have good memories of them… i know it can really be hard…
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very beautiful bitter sweet poem. I hope the inner weight is lifting. and I’m sorry you had to write this.