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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 sunny 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.