Legacy.

I want a legacy

(and I'm not

talking

an old computer).

I want a stack of

CDs,

LPs,

8-tracks,

that go

over the top of my head.

I want you to analyse

everything

I've done

for decades

(and still come away

feeling none the wiser).

I want happiness

to grow in my place -

I did try.

(What can I say?)

Forget flowers -

although my bones

will make good fertilser,

hopefully the other things I 

leave behind

will grow on their own

(with the aid of

eager ears,

clear eyes,

enquiring minds,

passive tongues,

fiery wits,

immense love).