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.
When you are lonely and sick at heart,
go to friends you know,
and bury your sorrows in doing good deeds,
Miss me, dear family, but let me go.
~*~
Julia Fay; I believe this is an old Maori verse from New Zealand, it was part of the service for a very dear friend.
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