I desire to leave of me Something so much more Than just a fleeting memory For near and dear to keep in store. Something I would like to leave Are words of lilting rhyme. Thoughts which I, alone, conceive, To last till end of time. I hope that others will enjoy them And gain much lasting pleasure. Loving thoughts, as I employ them, May they be to all a treasure. May they give to all mankind Desires for love and peace. Thoughts of joy may they find Till life and time shall cease. If I can bring some happiness To those whose lives are drear, Uplift their souls in sweet caress, Give sunlight, joy and cheer, Then, that would be my legacy To give long after death. More than just a memory To vanish like a breath. By L. B. Strawn June 16, 1980 |
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