What will you leave behind as you go?
I hope I leave only footprints
Where I have journeyed
Not the scratch of graffiti 
On the lives that touched mine
Nor the rotting stench of bad attitude
Or ugly behaviour
Littering the paths I trod
I cannot tell
I fear there are wounds I have given
I wish I might with kindness
Wipe them away

But gentleness leaves an impression
At least as deep
Pressing comfort into another’s sorrows
A listening ear, a smile
Time given that we cannot
And would not
Take back
I want to leave gentleness
And nothing more