Poems & Selections

The Fallen Limb

Author Unknown
When I come to the end of my journey
and I travel my last weary mile,
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’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 the evening
when the sun paints the sky in the west.
Stand for a few moments beside me
and remember only my best.

Please don’t say that I gave up, say that I gave in. Don’t say I lost the battle, For it was God’s battle to lose or win. Please don’t say how good I was, but that I did my best. Just say I tried to do what’s right, to give the most I could not […]
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