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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 a heartache and remember I've had loads of fun.

Forget that I have 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 the summer just gather some flowers and remember the place where I lay.

And come in the evening when the sun paints the sky in the west,

stand for a few moments beside me and remember only my best.

~ Poem written by Sharon Kay Carpenter ~

A beautiful summer day in Southern Illinois, spent with friends. . .