Deborah Renee Santana

When I come to the end

of my journey

And I travel my last weary mile,

Just forget if you can,

that I ever frowned

And remember only the smile.

Forget unkind words I have spoken;

Remember some good I have done,

Forget that I ever had heartache

And remember I've had

loads of fun.

Forget that I've stumbled

and blundered

And sometimes fell by the way.

Remember I have fought

some hard battles

And won, ere the close of the day,

Then forget to grieve for my going,

I would not have you sad for a day,

But in summer

just gather some flowers

And remember

the place where I lay,

And come in the shade of evening

When the sun paints

the sky in the west

Stand for a few moments beside me

And remember only my best.

By: Mrs. Lyman Hancock