Closing the Books
By Susan MacKay-Logue
When all my books are balanced,
And my final ledger’s read,
Please celebrate a life well lived.
Don’t cry because I’m dead.
St. Peter’s kept a tally
Up on that Pearly Gate,
And found that I’m not wanting.
My goodwill score is great.
My debits I gave freely,
In service to mankind.
My altruistic leanings
Were liberal arts aligned.
The talents that I shared,
In efforts to give back.
Were clearly well intended.
So this kept me in the black.
The life that I created
With the woman that I love
Was a beautiful adventure
That I cherish from above
I was always an accountant.
Precise in every way.
But I worked to live,
And that I did, with gusto every day.
I’ve friendships in abundance
And a family that I love.
I’ve travelled o’er this glorious world
With grace from God above.
The assets that I treasure
live on in you, my friends.
Family, travel, learning,
And a love that has no end.
When I’m reconciling my accounts
And I give my life a look,
I intend to thank the Lord above,
When I finally close the books.
MacKay-Logue 
That is a beautiful tribute to your father. You were all blessed to have him. Everytime you walked up to the deck he had a huge warm and welcoming smile on his face and seeing his joy of getting into the water; those moments are imprinted on my brain. He was a happy man and he treasured his family.