This is one of my favorite poems.
When I come to the end of the road
And the sun has set for me,
I want no rites in a gloon filled room,
Why cry for a soul set free.
Miss me a little-but not too long,
And not with your head bowed low.
Remeber 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 of heart,
Go to the friends we know.
And bury your sorrows in doing good deeds,
Miss me-but let me go.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This poem has been all over the Internet with about a million authors claiming the fame to it.