Samuel Korman

I’d like the memory of me

to be a happy one. I’d like

to leave an afterglow of

smiles when day is done.

I’d like to leave an 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 behind when

day is done.