Consuelo H. (Hernandez) Romero

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 a 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.

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