Afterglow

I'd like the memory of me to be a happy one.
I'd like to leave an afterglow of smiles when life is done,
I'd like to leave an echo whispering softly down the ways,
Of happy times and laughing times
and bright and summer days.
I'd like the tears of those who grieve,
to dry before the sun,
Of happy memories that I leave
When life is done.