WHEN I'M GONE When I come to the end of my journeyAnd I travel my last weary mile,Just forget if you can, that I ever frownedAnd remember only the smile.Forget unkind words I have spoken;Remember some good I have done.Forget that I ever had heartacheAnd remember I've had loads of fun.Forget that I've stumbled and blunderedAnd sometimes fell by the way.Remember I have fought some hard battlesAnd 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 flowersAnd remember the place where I lay,And come in the shade of eveningWhen the sun paints the sky in the westStand for a few moments beside meAnd remember only my best.~(c) Mrs. Lyman Hancock~