Death is nothing at all... <br />I have only slipped away into the <br />next room <br />I am I, and you are you... <br />Whatever we were to each other, <br />that we are still... <br />Call me by my old familiar name, <br />speak to me <br />in the easy way which you <br />always used. <br />Put no difference in your tone; <br />wear no forced air of solemnity <br />or sorrow. <br />Laugh as we always laughed <br />at the little jokes we enjoyed <br />together. <br />Play, smile, think of me, pray for <br />me. <br />Let my name be ever the <br />household word that it always <br />was. <br />Let it be spoken without effect, <br />without the ghost of a shadow <br />on it. <br />Life mean all that it ever meant. <br />It is the same as it ever was; <br />there is absolutely unbroken <br />continuity. <br />What is this death but a <br />negligible accident? <br />Why should I be out of mind <br />because I am out of sight? <br />I am just waiting for you, for an <br />interval. <br />Somewhere near, just around the <br />corner... <br />All is well.<br /><br />akingbehin daniel murphy<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/death-is-nothing-at-all-3/
