Thank you Mal
I used to write a lot of poetry in my younger years but then i just lost the ability to, just couldn't get the words to flow any more. I have a portfolio with about 30 or so poems in it, which i will filter through this forum from time to time.
One of my favourite poems was written by Henry Scott Holland, Canon of St Pauls Cathederal (1847 - 191
. I guess the reason i like this poem is because of my spiritual side and i find the poem rather comforting.
Death is nothing at all
"DEATH is nothing at all. I have only
slipped away into the next room. I am I, and
you are you. Whatever we were to each other,
that we still are. Call me by my old familiar
name, speak to me in the easy way which you
always used. Put no difference in your tone,
wear no forced air of solemnity or sorrow.
Laugh as we always laughed at the little jokes
we enjoyed together. Let my name be ever the
household word that it always was, let it be
spoken without effort, without the trace of a
shadow on it. Life means all that it ever
meant. It is the same as it ever was; there is
unbroken continuity. Why should i be out of
mind because I am out of sight? I am waiting
for you, for an interval, somewhere very near,
just round the corner.
All is well."
When i pop my cloggs, i would like this read at my funeral.