Funeral Poem

I wrote a new poem based on the line 'miss me, but let me go', for a family and situation where the words of the existing poem seemed inappropriate :-

When the long day closes at journey’s end
and the sun sets red in the sea,
let there be no prayers of grief or gloom
as you come to think of me.
Though we cannot see beyond that veil
where the lamps burn faint and low,
you must leave me to travel on alone:
miss me, but let me go.

Ahead lies a road through the sunset sky:
it’s a way we all must take,
when the day is done and the shadows fall
and our last farewells we make.
When your world grows cold and the skies are dark,
and the gathering clouds hang low,
remember the sunshine we knew before:
miss me, but let me go.