On My Tombstone is Written

Listen O' my good friend.
Do not carve me into stone,
Do not draft me into papers,
Do not sing me into songs,
And do no praise me either.
I am no good for 'em all.
But if you can then
remember me in there where it beats,
remember me for a pinch of salt,
remember me for a drop of rain,
remember me for a breath of air,
remember me as a friend.
No, not the best one I meant.
Yet remember me as best I am.
That is all that I hope,
For hope is all that I gave.