December

If I die in December
I hope to remember
a life that was tender--
   complete with surrender
That I took every chance 
for every romance
and accepted life's hand when
   she asked me to dance.
Not only to have accepted
  that which was expected
If I do, much of life would
   be but neglected

If remembered at all,
  remembered for Love
given, received from within and above
There's not much else to offer
   at least not from me
So Love is all I'll live to be
I'll pay joy, sorrow, and many a tear
   that if I died in December, 
You'll feel I was here.