The Undertaker

The undertaker took his hand
And waved the world away.
Washed the face, and scrubbed the toes,
Let the Spirit get away.

He walked into the winter's sun,
And pushed the moon aside.
Told the family "Life Goes On,"
The preacher finally lost his mind.

Put the casket in the ground,
The weather was so bad!
The family cried and joked,
And said he was such a 'good dad.'

The undertaker shook his head,
He had nothing more to say,
His day was done, his mind was made,
He liked the quietness of the dead.




Poetry by Morpheus
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Written on 2011-02-26 at 02:15

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John Ashleigh
A very unique topic to write about, yet you've written it brilliantly. You have some how entwined light-heartedness to a very serious situation. Thanks for sharing. 5/5.

Your friend,
John.
2011-02-26


JAMES ROSS
Excellent use of regular rhythm and rhyme to create a sense of detachment concerning such an emotional scene.

Wonderfully done!
2011-02-26