When I am old;
And my world has shrunk
Like a candle's glow.
Remember the light I used to be.
When my bones are frail
And my skin is thin;
Remember how I used to run
And dance.
Remember how I laughed
And loved.
Remember the hugs
I gave and cherished.
Remember the girl, the woman,
The mother, the lover
I used to be.
When my memories are clouded
And my days become shrouded
In poor vision and confusion,
Remember how I used to be;
And tell me tales of my early days,
When the sun's rays
Shone full upon my face.
Tell me memories to pave my road,
Bring your light to shine for me.
Hold my hand and stay with me,
As I take my final steps
To my journey's end.
Wrap me in love and memories
To help me from this world with grace.
And when the shroud covers
And my night has come;
Let my light shine
In those memories;
Lighting your heart
And your path.
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