Imprint

If truth be told, we all grow old;
it starts at birth, you know...
The time we had, the good and bad
our life will surely show.

It's how we walk, and even talk;
the imprint that we leave...
Memories of life well spent;
the faith that we believed.

The passing of the one we love
is difficult, it's true...
And deep inside, you cannot hide
that one day will be you.

It makes us think, death is the link
that all will someday find...
So search your heart, before depart
from those you leave behind.

If you look back and see the lack
of good, then you should know,
You can change, and rearrange
the life you want to show.

Be glad for now that you know how;
leave imprints in their mind...
The day will be, your memory
is all that's left behind.