The old Grey Hearse goes rolling by, You don't know whether to laugh or cry; For you know some day it'll get you too, And the hearse's next load may consist of you. They'll take you out, and they'll lower you down, While men with shovels stand all around; They'll throw in dirt, and they'll throw in rocks, And they won't give a damn if they break the box. And your eyes drop out and your teeth fall in, And the worms crawl over your mouth and chin; They invite their friends and their friends' friends too And you look like hell when they're through with you. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...OF MONEY by BARNABY (BARNABE) GOOGE HELIOTROPE by HARRY THURSTON PECK IN MEMORIAM A.H.H.: 104 by ALFRED TENNYSON TO HIS FRIEND IN ELYSIUM by JOACHIM DU BELLAY PSALM 51 by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE SONNETS FROM THE PORTUGUESE: 3 by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING A VISION OF VIRGINS by EDWARD ROBERT BULWER-LYTTON THE WANDERER: 2. IN FRANCE: 'PRENSUS IN AEGAEO' by EDWARD ROBERT BULWER-LYTTON ENDORSEMENT TO THE DEED OF SEPARATION, IN THE APRIL OF 1816 by GEORGE GORDON BYRON |