Remember

What will they remember me by
Once it is in the ground I lie?
Could they remember all the good I tried
Or only the ways I lied?
I would hope to leave them with a good impression of me,
Of the smiling girl I used to be.
But who is to know what matters once gone
What facts we will leave to be relied upon.
Will it matter to them who I loved all my life
Or who I prayed for twice every night?
Once I am gone that will be the end of the matter
I will hope that I left that which I should have left
And loved those who can remember me best.