Let me be interesting growing old
Let my mind be eager to learn new things
Let me be open to a blossoming world
And the progress that it brings
Let not my heart be cold
When the bird of youth has flown
Let me not turn away a friend
Lest their troubles become my own
Let me reach out to the children
Remembering how to play
And REALLY listen to
Whatever they have to say
Let me not be obsessed
With every ache and pain
And become too boring
To the friends that may remain
Let me be remembered
When the sun has gone to rest
For the happy times we shared
For those times were the best
I tried to help my fellowman
Trying always to be kind
But I hope I will be remembered
For the smiles I left behind