On my last day of living I won’t be concerned
About money, prestige, or power. I will know
That it was all a game – a grotesque illusion.
The impact that I had on others is the one
Thought that will agonize me. How can I let go
Of the feeling that by the world I should be spurned?

We are all on a separate journey, but the
Beautiful thing about our lives here on this earth
Is that when people die, their survivors recall
Not successes. In sorrow they remember all
The good acts of the departed ever since birth.
Have I shown love and encouraged sufficiently?

Success is quite important to me but more so
Is knowing that I’ve not walked this planet in vain.
Have I touched people’s lives in a positive way?
Am I bothered that some folks will cheer on the day
That I perish? No longer will I cause them pain.
Have I blessed lives? I truly can say I don’t know.

The effect that I have on others is the most
Valuable currency there is. Everything
That I gain in life will rot and wither apart.
All that will remain is what’s contained in my heart.
Life gives me who I am. All that I have I bring
To the table. I can be a satisfied ghost.