Miss Me -- But Let Me Go
by Edgar Albert Guest (1881-1959)
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.
And not with your head bowed low.
Remember 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.
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!
Go to the friends we know
And bury your sorrows in doing good deeds.
Miss Me--But Let me Go!
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>> lastly
這首詩很感人。
一日我去後，我希望人們記得我曾帶給他們的溫暖，並將它傳揚出去。
對已去的人，我肯定他們去了另一空間。可惜我不知道空間在那裡。
有肯定答案的人，是幸福的。
>> lastly
We have lost a dear actor-friend. I think your poem is perfectly appropriate for this unfortunate situation. Would you consider posting it in $1 blog later?
M,
I've thought of it but I'm not sure whether now is the right moment. Maybe I should wait for a little while?
>> lastly
I agree. That is what I mean "later". Perhaps on the funeral day?
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