Of all the awards, money earned, designs completed and in use, dollars saved, medical advances, I think this poem talks to what, I hope to leave the most.

Today we walk in fear of all the things we hold dear
Lost to sun and rain the onset of old age pain
Like shadows on the dawn we pray these will be gone
Still they linger in our mind it is close to being our time
Will we leave a word or two and brighten up just a few
Is it our lot to pass quietly or play the flowers of forget me not
I hear the death call it comes for us all but I will not leave
My words will glow in the hearts of many I know
My children will pass the tales of riding dinosaurs and whales