Charles Cowling

 

 

 

The midnight hour, the darkest hour
That human grief may know,
Sends forth it’s hurried summons-
Ask me to come—I go!

I know not when the bell may toll,
I know not where the blow may fall,
I only know that I must go
In answer to the call.

Perhaps a friend—perhaps unknown-
‘Tis fate that turns the wheel-
The tangled skein of human life
Winds slowly on the reel.

And I? – I’m the undertaker,
“Cold-Blooded,” you’ll hear them say,
“Trained to the shock and chill of death,
With a heart that’s cold and grey.”

Trained—that’s what they call it
How little they know the rest-
I’m human, and know the sorrow
That throbs in the aching breast.

Bennett Chapple

2 thoughts on “The Undertaker

  1. Charles Cowling
    Evelyn

    …tangled skein of human life winds slowly on the reel…


    Charles Cowling
  2. Charles Cowling
    Quokkagirl

    I like that. Appeals to my simple soul.


    Charles Cowling

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