After I'm Gone

After I'm gone - gather my ashes,
But do not keep me in an urn,
Confinement does not suit me well,
Do spread me over valleys,
Lush and green,
And tell the world
Of all I might have been,
Perchance, a poet,
Valued and renown,
In life not known or published,
But vaguely remembered
As a clown...

Alfred Charasz
Copyright 2007 Alfred Charasz