Written a while back (a decade) when my father died.
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 JK Fisher
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Written on 2015-10-27 at 06:23
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The Undertaker
The UndertakerThe 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 JK Fisher
Read 656 times
Written on 2015-10-27 at 06:23
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