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 we shared.
Miss me, and let me go!

For this journey that we all
Must take and each must go alone,
It’s all part of the Master’s Plan,
A step on the road to home.

When we are lonely and sick of heart,
Go to the friends we know,
And bury your sorrows in doing good deeds.
Miss me, but let me go.

One site says Unknown and another site says Edward Albert Guest (Not Alone in Grief - Bereavement Support and Resources - Not Alone (http://www.notalone.co.nz/all-poetry-and-verse.html)).