I’d like the memory of
me to be a happy one.
I’d like to leave an
afterglow of smiles
when life is done.
echo whispering softly
down the ways,
Of happy times and
laughing times and
bright and sunny days.
I’d like the tears of
those who grieve,
to dry before the sun;
Of happy memories that
I leave when life is done.
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