LISTEN, children: Your father is dead. From his old coats I'll make you little jackets; I'll make you little trousers From his old pants. There'll be in his pockets Things he used to put there, Keys and pennies Covered with tobacco; Dan shall have the pennies To save in his bank; Anne shall have the keys To make a pretty noise with. Life must go on, And the dead be forgotten; Life must go on, Though good men die; Anne, eat your breakfast; Dan, take your medicine; Life must go on; I forget just why. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE CARPENTER by AMY BRUNER ALMY VERSES TO SOME FRIENDS RETURNING FROM THE SEA-SIDE by BERNARD BARTON THE LOVE SONNETS OF PROTEUS: 25, ASKING FOR HER HEART (3) by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT AUTUMN SUNSET ON THE SIERRA NEVADAS by DOROTHY BOARDMAN THE VOICE OF THE CHRIST-CHILD by PHILLIPS BROOKS THE BLUE-EYED LASSIE by ROBERT BURNS |