Afterglow

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.

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.