Not gold or things we leave behind,
Define the worth we truly find.
Not houses grand, nor pockets deep,
But seeds of kindness that we keep.
A hand held out, a listening ear,
A smile to chase away all fear.
A life that touched, a heart that cared,
A burden lightened, trouble shared.
Let memories bloom, a fragrant art,
Of love and lessons in the heart.
Let kindness ripple, strong and true,
A legacy of 'me' in you.
Forget the wealth I leave to see,
Remember who I tried to be.
That's all I ask, that's all I crave,
The difference that my life gave.
T.M.Solvang
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