Miss me but let me go

Edgar A. Guest

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, 

Miss me–but let me go.

For this is a journey that we all must take 

And each must go alone. 

It's all a part of the Master's 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 in doing good deeds. 

Miss Me–But Let me Go!

The world at ease

If only the world could be at ease

to float through life with peaceful ways

to never know an existence of struggle

never lash out. nor hit in a squabble. 

A mans future preserved for life.

Not taken away with a gun or a knife

soldier's could go and feed the poor, 

Wives would not lose husbands at war.

The devil, at last, banished to hell,

taking with him the evil that

 dwells.

Man's shame, to say or touch love, god removing the awkwardness,

with a peaceful glove, 

By grace we are here, at the end we fall, 

Live proud, strong, give to be good, 

Receive from the poor, 

It will come for us all, the rich and unjust

the world  at ease, filled with love, casting away emotions of hate, returning  to heaven, 

the angels gate. 

A snake bit me

I trod on a snake and the snake bit me

Damn! it hurt with his fangs in my knee

I've got thirty seconds until I go blind  

Only thirty seconds to see

Twenty seconds until I am dead

Twenty seconds, that are left in me

There's Poison moving along my vain,

Leaving me in unbearable pain,

Toxins stretching and reaching my Hands,

 I go kind of numb as it clutches my glands,

Ten seconds left, until it reaches my heart,

With Gods forgiveness, 

I pray death comes fast

Coz the way I'm feeling now Like, I'm not gonna last,

 my life ebbs away, as broken glass. 

five seconds to spare,I fall into a chair, my skin is so sore,  

That I can't bare

 the pain inside,  no not anymore... it is so awf......aargh!.aaah. 

Freedom

Are you free? Now let's have a look and see, restricted by work or school

The time keeps you there or else they think you a fool

9 - 5 or shifts away, so late home you may aswel stay

Restricted by money, give it to your honey, or go to a bar where they'll think you are funny

How comes the government just know how much to tax you? To leave you broke

Just enough cash left for cigarettes and a coke

Trapped by the rules they teach us in school, 'don't take your clothes off or jump naked into the pool!'

Do clock in so we know your on time, don't leave too early, you'll earn every dime.

Freedom isn't the state we are in, it's the state of mind we allow ourselves, so begin

Lay on the floor, close your eyes to the world, think of nothing. Don't hear the phone or the bell

Empty your mind from all thoughts and worries, release all the guilt of troubles and sorry's

Allow your brain to rest for a while then open your eyes and allow in a smile.

Simon

A heroin addict, Simon is his name, struggles everyday, no two hours are the same

He is far too young to be caught with such a fame, forgiven for the sin for he is not to blame

It was only nine months to be in such a state, maybe he'll be lifted by an angel through heavens gate

Maybe he'll be cared for and come out the other side,  see the world he lives in with no need to hide

to be born this way it is such a shame, innocent and weightless with not an ounce in gain

She didn't mean to have him, lost and confused, treated badly by her boyfriend used and abused.

His poor mum was led astray, prostituted for drugs in the meanest possible way

she did not want to have Simon, to get pregnant by a person with no knowledge of his name

give birth to this sad little baby on such an awful day.