How I Like To Be Remembered...

The lovely thought of being remembered... rarely crosses the unperceptive mind of the uncaring ones who live life all for themselves, and one day soon...all that will change; on their last, expiring breath... they cannot call on anyone who's not standing by! How I like to be remembered... is to think of me as simple and wise, loving as true as anyone else; no regret for having been helpful and kind! And this name will be honored and read out aloud by a generation that never knew me at all, and it's the legacy of an undying spirit: still challenging and vibrant! Many great men and women have come before me, and I don't call myself the greatest...most certaintly; this decision is left to the lovers of literature; all they will see is my distinguished signature on the bottom of each poem and song... how wonderful it would be to hear them recite and sing along! On my tombstone...in a country not of my own, flowers will bob upon my gleaming grass, and undearneath the cold soil I will rest; and my body will become a skeleton without flesh; it's everyone's destiny to turn into dust, until we are resurrected by that Almighty voice! Like the very fragile petals of a rose,so perfumed, that will scatter before the flight of the gull; I'd like to float as brightly as these after dawn: to be elevated by my spirituality and reach that place of profound serenity, thinking how I like to be remembered...