The Curbside Prophet

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I’d like to leave but daffodills to mark my little
          way,
To leave but tulips red and white behind me as
          I stray;
I’d like to pass away from earth and feel I’d
          left behind
But roses and forget-me-nots for all who come
          to find.
I’d like to sow the barren spots with all the
          flowers of earth,
To leave a path where those who come should
          find but gentle mirth;
And when at last I’m called upon to join the
          heavenly throng
I’d like to feel along my way I’d left no sign
          of wrong.

And yet the cares are many and the hours of
          toil are few;
There is not time enough on earth for all I’d
          like to do;
But, having lived and having toiled, I’d like the
          world to find
Some little touch of beauty that my soul had
          left behind.

(submitted by holmes-primary-apprentice)