Poet, Harry Burdette Bechtol,
Aug.18, 1921 - Feb.1, 2013,
Athens, Michigan
I would like to be remembered
As someone who did his part,
To shed a ray of sunshine
And lift another's heavy heart.
I'd like to be remembered
For the kindness I had shown,
To another weary traveler
Who was lost and far from home.
I would hope when friends had gathered
To discuss the days of old,
They'd remember something I had said
Or a story I had told.
And the many little children
Who had crossed my path each day,
May have learned from my example
Of a better, truer way.
I don't need any fancy tombstone
When I'm finally laid to rest,
Just a word so they'll remember
That I tried to do my best.
I would ask the Lord's forgiveness
For mistakes I may have made,
And thank Him for the answers,
To the prayers that I have prayed.
Then I hope to meet with loved ones
When I reach my journey's end,
And maybe read a verse or two
From verses I have penned.
And although the time's uncertain
And we never know the day,
When the journey is all over,
It won't matter anyway. -- Harry Bechtol
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