If all you leave is a decaying corpse
And the skeletal remains of your life.
Then you've  failed to leave a legacy
For your children or your wife.

Fond memories are a treasure
More precious than silver or gold.
A foundation for their future
In a story that you once told.

Your love in which they showered
During times they needed you the most.
Left them refreshed, secure and empowered.
So, in your memory they would boast.

A tear maybe shed at your passing
Yet like the sun, a smile will break through.
Not because they inherit your riches
But with love, they're remembering you.