When my time has come to leave this life,
No services will there be.
No chance to tell the others
Just what you thought of me.
Platitudes won’t help the grieving,
My presence has been lost.
Why do we wait until someone dies
To utter words which have no cost?
Tell me now, while I can still hear,
Tell me now what I bring to your being.
If you wait until I’m dead and gone
I will never know if I brought you meaning.
It matters to me that I leave a legacy,
Love spread and shared with many
But how do I know my legacy exists
If I’m not told so by any?
So tell me now, help me to know
That my path is on the straight and narrow.
Don’t wait and regret those words not spoken
For me, they are a gift, not token.