Anthony A. Marcozzi

May 2, 1927 - January 23, 2004



I'd like the memory of me

to be a happy one

I'd like to leave an afterglow

of smiles

When day is gone

I'd like to leave an echo

Whispering softly

down the ways,

Of happy times, laughing times

of bright and sunny days

I'd like the tears of those that grieve

to dry before the sun

Of happy memories that I leave

when life is done

Do Not Weep 

Do not stand by my grave and weep. 
I am not there. 
I do not sleep.

I am a thousand winds that blow. 
I am a diamond glint in the snow. 
I am the sunlight on the ripened grain. 
I am the gentle Autumn rain.

When you awake in the morning hush
I am the swift uplifting rush 
of quiet birds in circling flight. 
I am the soft star shine at night. 

Do not stand by my grave and cry.
I am not there... I did not die. 

~ Mary Frye (1932)