This is one of my favorite poems.
When I come to the end of the road
And the sun has set for me,
        
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        I am scared and couragous
I wonder when my mom's going to die of cancer
I hear gossip everyday
I see them staring as I pass through the glum halls
        
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                    Miss Me...But Let Me Go
                    
                    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.