Whatever we were to each other that we are still.
I am in another room poem.
This poem is often read at funerals.
I am i and you are you.
I am i and you are you and the old life that we lived so fondly together is untouched unchanged.
Paul s cathedral of london did not intend it as a poem it was actually delivered as part of a sermon in 1910.
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.
Call me by the old familiar name.
I have only slipped away into the next room.
The sermon titled death the king of terrors was preached while the body of king edward vii was lying in state at westminster.
Whatever we were to each other that we still are.
Whatever we were to each other that we are still.
Speak of me in the easy way which you always used.
Have you ever read the lovely poem about i m just in the next room we all think about heaven being up in the sky or way yonder miles away from us we talk about our dear ones being beyond the veil we feel they are so far from us beyond our scope of ever seeing them again but do we realise they are actually just in the next room the.
I am i and you are you and the old life that we lived so fondly together is untouched unchanged.
Death is nothing at all.
Call me by the old familiar name.
Think of me in a flower think of me in the rain think of me when you hear the larks sweet refrain enjoy the warm sunlight i ll chase away the cold cherish what we shared.
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.
Abdul qayyum mulla 4 22 2020 1 56 00 am never death is nothing at all dear when the times of food end that time for death god knows about everything i am poet i can understand you but my right is teach what wrong so i teach you but i could not level of you your poem in top of hots poems congratulation dear poet abdul qayyum mulla.
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In the next room.
Everything remains exactly as it was.
More about this poem in another room i am drinking eggs from a boot by frank stanford about this poet born in 1948 stanford was a prolific poet known for his originality and ingenuity.
Let my name ever be.
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 shared together.
It does not count.
Everything remains exactly as it was.
Into the next room.
I am not gone i never left though through your tears you were bereft for i am waiting in the room next door where one day we ll be together forever more.
