When Iím Gone

 

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 that I have fought some hard battles,

and won, ere the close of the day.

Then forget the grief 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 the evening

when the sun paints the sky in the west.

Stand for a few moments beside me

and remember only my best.