When our time comes
We will die one day
How will we be remembered
What will people say.
Will they talk about character
Say something about heart
What will be our legacy
When our time comes to depart.
Did we follow the golden rule
Were we as nice as we could be
Or will we be vilified
And called a rotten SOB.
It might be pointless
After all we will be dead
Still I think I'd be interested
To know what people said.
Will they say the world is better off
Upon my grave will people tread
Or will there be words of praise
And flowery tributes given instead.
I know it matters little
But I'd still like to know
Maybe it's vanity
Mixed with a helping of ego.
I've made my share of mistakes
In this life that I have lived
Sometimes I have taken
More then I have given.
So I ask kindly
When comes that day
And I am remembered
Try to have something kind to say.
(c)2008 by T. La Fountain