Dorothy Shaw

MISS ME, BUT LET ME GO

When I come to the end of the day,

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 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 maker’s plan,

A step on the road to home.

When you are lonely and sick at heart

Go to the friends we know.

And bury your sorrows in doing good deeds—

Miss me, but let me go.