What shall I leave you my dear
To bring you comfort and a bit of cheer
When I am but a memory of yester-year?
Shall I leave you the riches of Solomon?
This I cannot do, for you know
That I have no ships to come from a far
Or Sheba Queen to give you the gold bar.
But, I leave you my LOVE:
Love that was not the flowery show
But love of a quiet heart that made us grow
Love that expressed itself by:
a wink of th eye
a nod of the head.
Love that gave itself
In encouragement for the day,
In hope for tomorrow
In anticipation for the future.
I leave you MEMORIES:
Memories of the bad and the sweet
But memories never the less
Which enables us to meet
The good and the bad
And wish not for what we could have had.
I leave you DREAMS:
Dreams, that stuff from which
Hope eternally springs ...
Dreams, that unjrealized energy
which makes us walk on and
know where we are going.
I LEAVE THESE THREE TREASURES,
Love, Memories, Dreams ...
And wish for you such blending of the three
that life for you will be better.
by Earl J. Dingus
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