An aging man, a younger one, and a woman in her prime   Connected by their circumstance of birth   A father, son and daughter somehow all obsessed to find   The mark that each will leave upon this earth      Alone is his apartment in his favorite easy chair   The aging man endures his failing health   Nowadays preoccupied arranging his affairs   And adding up the value of his wealth      He says a prayer and falls asleep, then somewhere in a dream   He's searching for his children and he's calling out to them   "Will I leave enough behind to help you get along   Please tell me how will I be counted when I'm gone      It won't be by your worldy goods, it won't be by your gains   And not among possessions you bequeath   But wisdom, grace and kindness and the power of your love will be   The measure of the legacy you leave      The working day is over and the woman in her prime   Alone now in her office looks around   An unfulfilling business is the only sight she sees   The ticking of the clock, the only sound      She closes up and locks the door and trudges down the hall   Takes her window seat that evening on the train   She stares out in the darkness but the only thing she sees   The reflection of her weariness and strain      Her mind begins to wander, she remembers all the years   Of the struggle and persistence that go into such careers   And here she is with everything she'd worked so hard to win   And such an empty feeling burning deep within      Another late and lonely night, the younger man walks home   And slowly climbs the several flights of stairs   He pulls the shade and locks the door, unplugs the only phone   Puts himself to bed and says his prayers      A blessing for my aging dad, my sister in her prime   And a woman I once loved who got away   And for all the wasted moments when I took them all for granted   And for words I never had the nerve to say      Another night of drifting in and out of restless dreams   Of unborn children, marriage, and the lives that might have been   But lives that might have been are only lives that never were   And all I'll ever know's that I'll never know for sure      Here's to every aging person and to all those in their prime   And to passing on the love that you receive   For wisdom, grace and kindness and the power of that love will be   The measure of the legacy you leave      The power of your love will be   The measure of the legacy you leave