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 heartache and remember I've had loads of fun.
Forget that I've 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 summer just gather some flowers and remember the place where I lay.
And come in the shade of evening when the sun paints the sky in the west;
Stand for a few moments beside me and remember only my best.
Mrs. Lyman Hancock
