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.
- Mrs. Lyman Hancock, Author
