Poem

Death is nothing at all	It does not count
I have only slipped away into the next room.	Nothing has happened.
Everything remains exactly as it was.	I am I, and you are you,
and the old life that we lived so fondly together is untouched, unchanged.	Whatever we were to each other, that we are still.

`DEATH IS NOTHING AT ALL`

Death is nothing at all.
It does not count.
I have only slipped away into the next room.
Nothing has happened.

Everything remains exactly as it was.
I am I, and you are you,
and the old life that we lived so fondly together is untouched, unchanged.
Whatever we were to each other, that we are still.

          DEATH IS NOTHING  AT ALL


 Death is 
        nothing at all. 
              It does not count. 
        I have  only slipped away into the next room. 
     Nothing  has happened. 
            Everything remains exactly as it was. 
                  I am  I, and you are you, 
          and the old life that we lived so fondly together is untouched,  unchanged. 
                                        Whatever  we were to each other, that we  are still.