As I lay here, my life close to its end,
My thoughts drift to the message I'll send,
To those who pass my resting place,
What words will they see on my epitaph's face?
Will it speak of a life full of love,
Of kindness shown and blessings above,
Or will it be a story of strife and regret,
Of chances missed and tears unmet
As I shall lay there beneath the earth,
My life's story will come to a dearth,
I wonder what my legacy will be,
What words my epitaph will decree?
Will it reflect a soul that was kind,
With a compassionate heart and a Bible mind?
Or will it tell of a life that was hollow,
With selfish desires for no one to follow?
As I’ll rest beneath the soil and stone,
I ponder what my legacy shall have sown,
What words will grace my final stone,
When I leave this earth and pass on?
Will it reflect a soul that was defined,
With a gentle heart that was not blind?
Or will it describe a life that was cold,
With no love to give, no one to hold?
As I’ll lay beneath the tombstone bed,
I wonder what my life will have truly led?
What words will mark my final place,
When my mortal shell has run its race?
Will it paint a picture of goals attained,
With a life fulfilled, nothing left to gain?
Or will it tell a tale of grief and woe,
Of opportunities ignored to give below?
As I’ll rest beneath the earthly ground,
I ponder what my legacy will have found?
What words will be etched on the stone,
When I'm gone, and my spirit has flown?
May my epitaph be written true,
Of a life lived with meaning and value,
Of kindness given and laughter shared,
Of a heart full of love, forever bared.
So let it read as such and more,
"Here lies a soul who did explore,
A life of Christ, compassion, and grace,
A journey taken, with a smile on his face."