My tombstone

On my tombstone, what will it read?

That I saw the world in beautiful colours

Of black and white and male and female

Loving them all without reserve

Giving to mankind as God has willed

Never denying the difference in taste and choice

But relishing each difference as life deems so

On my tombstone what will you write?

That I gave a shoulder to the one in need

Lend my eye to the morally blind

Share my legs to those who tire

But gave of my love as one lacking some

Never forgetting in giving, I'm blessed

On my tombstone, what will you learn?

I had a dream, and lived in full

My love to serve and give my all

Praising the beauty of mankind's grace

Making my world a more good place

So that others can surpass my goal

By my tombstone, what will you hear?

The wails of friends, and cheers of foes

The pain of folks that wish for more

Begging for time to share a sec

To tell how much they try to call,

 But differing those to wait a day,

 A wait they wish they trade for love

Now it's best we let time heal

At my tombstone what will you see?

I came with naught and left alone

Not a child to warm my dust

Or fill my bones with heed and care

Or luxury spa to glam my skin

Yet I know, I cannot be dead

I live in tombs of world's big souls

For each I taught to love with care

Will bear my name, "the one who came"

Again, I ask, what do you see?

When upon my tombstone you set your gaze

On my tombstone, what how do you see?