I depart as air I shake my white locks at the runaway sun
I bequeath myself to the dirt, to grow from the grass I love;
If you want me again, look for me under your boot soles.
You will hardly know who I am or what I mean;
But I shall be good health to you nevertheless,
Missing me one place, search another;
I stop somewhere, waiting for you.
But until we meet again...
Dance as if no one were watching,
Sing as if no one were listening,
And live every day as if it were your last.
--Wise Sayings from the Book of Daddy