I was clearing out old papers when I came across the following poem attributed to "Anon" which

had been a part of a late elder sister's funeral ceremony.  It seems very appropriate to share it in

these difficult days.


Miss me but let me go

But when I come to the end of the road

And the sun has set for me

I want no riles in a gloom filled room

Why cry for a soul set free

Miss me a little but not for 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 plan

A step on the road to home

When you are lonely and sick at heart

Go to the friends you know

Laugh at the things we used to do

Miss me but let me go.





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M.C. Newberry

Wed 16th Sep 2020 00:10

Comments appreciated - thank you.
Thanks also to those taking the trouble to click on "like".
Brian - I fully intend to match my late mother who reached 4 score
and ten before she passed, encouraged by the fact that the number
you quoted had its origins in the bible and evolution alone has
overtaken that life-time limitation. 😇

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Stephen Gospage

Tue 15th Sep 2020 16:17

A beautiful poem. Thank you.

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keith jeffries

Tue 15th Sep 2020 16:13


I am drawn to these lines as they speak from the soul of someone not afraid of death, not wanting to be forgotten but resigned to a fate which awaits us all. A poem to treasure as we continue along life's road.

Thank you for this

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Brian Maryon

Tue 15th Sep 2020 15:29

You've had your three score years and ten, who can ask for more?

My wife and her sister commemorate their parents' birthdays, wedding anniverary, dates of passing etc. Each one a full blown affair. They've been dead about 5 years. They can't let go.

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