If I should find myself beneath a stone,
To forever remember all my days,
I’d wish to think that ev’ry one I’ve known,
Or met or loved or maybe parted ways,
Knew my shoes could be filled by me alone,
And named no other who could take my place.
If I should find myself in hallowed ground,
I’d hope you don’t just mourn an empty shell,
Give cheers and pass the bottle all around,
See to it that I am remembered well,
And know my greatest wish is it be found,
I left each of you with stories to tell.
Michael F. Lewis