When I lie down
to die
in my final winter bed,
let me not say of myself
that I have been less,
even if I wanted more;
let me not think
that my life
did not matter much,
even though it mattered
to only a few.
When I lie down
to take my last tender breath,
let me consider all
that I have done,
not what could have been;
for I have been
all I could be,
and in the sunny wonder
of living this life
there lies all my
heart’s full content.
When I lie down
and think my last thoughts,
let them be about all
the precious ones
that I have loved,
and all the smiles I
have smiled,
and all the truths
I have told,
and all the dreams
I tried to live bold.
When I die
let my epitaph be
that I was all
I could be,
and did all I could do,
and loved all
I could love
and smiled
and lived my truth.
15/4/2017