The Lone Glow...

I’d like the memory of me

to be a happy one.

I’d like to leave an after glow

of smiles when life is done,

I’d like to leave an echo

whispering softly down the ways,

Of happy times and laughing

times and bright and

summer 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.