Traces Of Me.....[short; Personal; Humor; Death]

If when I pass I leave few traces, let me leave at least some smiling faces, on a chosen few. I may have been at times a pain in ass (and I don't mean when I was passing gas) to a chosen few. Retired, I wrote poems for myself and to share (though it seemed most I shared with did not care) with a chosen few. I never with my money was wild. I shared with wives, non-profits, and my child. That's what I would do. I've tried to live like a good Boy Scout. But I gave up religion, and I sometimes shout. What's a guy to do?