Miss Me, But Let Go. Poem by John Chizoba Vincent

Tell it not in Nkporoland
And publish it not in Elughu land.


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
The hills and mountains we once climbed.
Miss me- but me go
For this a journey that we must all
take and each must alone,
Its all a part of the master 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 on in doing good deeds
Miss me, but let me go.