As times ticks on and I get old
I think more about how I\'ve lived
And how I will be remembered
On the day my markers called in
Will i be the father loving and kind
There by your side through every trial
Always there to pick up the pieces
With a kind word and gentle smile
Will I be the loving husband
Who never wandered always true
Our bond made in heavens forge
My love never waned but only grew
Or will I be remembered for my faults
From which there are so many to choose
Or as the delinquent youth full of scorn
Who pushed away those who were close
Or will it be a all of the above
And the colourful life I have lead
Maybe just being remembered
Should be good enough in the end