I Do Not Think My Song Will End
(In Loving Memory Poems)
I do not think my song will end
While flowers, grass and trees ..
Abound with birds and butterflies
For I am one with these.
And I believe my voice will sound
Upon the whispering wind ..
So long as even one remains
Among those I call “friend.”
I shall remain in hearts and minds
Of loved ones that I knew ..
And in the rocks and hills and streams
Because I love those, too.
So long as love and hope and dreams
Abide in earth and sky ..
Weep not for me, though I be gone.
I shall not really die.
– Johnny Hathcock