A nice thought

When I am gone and
You are left, let it be said
I left no stone unturned,
No flag unfurled,
No song unsung,
No sun rising or setting unappreciated,
No love unexpressed to its fullest
height or breadth or width–
No ocean wave uncrested,
No lovely, soft sweet-scented peony
unnoticed, unloved,
No page unturned,
No sweet flute unheard,
No affectionate, caring gesture
unnoted, unsung.
I’ve done it all, my friends–
And if it be my only tribute now,
Go forth and do it all for me.