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 we all must take,
And each must go alone.
It's all 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.

In memory of Hal Abbott - a beautiful person

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