May your life be like a love song, in the act of every breath
And a poem to the purpose that it serves.
And may you set your shoes to dancing in the hour of your death,
And meet it with the courage it deserves.
May your spirit pass in pirouettes
Of such amazing grace
That the tears of those who mourn you
Disappear without a trace;
And the smoke of all their sorrow
At the passing of your feats
Be a ring around the rainbow
When the circle is complete.

Al Grierson