I wonder that if I should pass,

Would I live in memories,

And when I lie beneath the grass,

Will anyone still think of me?

By the time I go, my name will never be in lights,

It's quite an awful thing to think, I know

But if I never live to next twilight

I want to leave my mark here when I go.

To relive my good memories,

And to come out of my shell,

To forgive all my enemies,

And let them know that all is well.

I haven't much to leave behind,

But I know what I'll do,

I'll write a few good poetic lines,

The rest, my friends, is up to you.

BY: Dakota Shaffett