Clare Maguire

This Is Not the End
If it be your will to speak
Of memories we often shared
Talk to me of days gone by
Think of love and not despair
And when I’m gone
We’ll meet again
As often do the closest friends
So dry your eyes
And lay me down
I tell you this is not the end
And if someone else
Must take my place
For I’ll be gone the longest time
I’ll wait and I will understand
A heart of thorns must
Leave the mind