Spent are my yesterdays, wasted most in part,
Doing the little things that no memories bring.
Will a smile or a song be planted in their minds,
As they turn to musing, will they remember me?
Doing the little things that no memories bring.
Will a smile or a song be planted in their minds,
As they turn to musing, will they remember me?
A life is just a vapor, insignificant to but a few,
Living on in some hearts, even then, fading in time.
The things I claim as wasted, will they be seen the same,
By the loved ones in my life, these things so small to me?
Living on in some hearts, even then, fading in time.
The things I claim as wasted, will they be seen the same,
By the loved ones in my life, these things so small to me?
A loving kiss, warm baked bread, a smile upon my face,
Will these little things be enough to make a memory?
No titles or claim to fame will be chiseled on my stone,
Just loving wife and mother, this my eulogy.
Will these little things be enough to make a memory?
No titles or claim to fame will be chiseled on my stone,
Just loving wife and mother, this my eulogy.
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