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...SOLOMON TO SHEBA by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS THE DEATH OF THE FLOWERS by WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT THE LAST CHANTEY by RUDYARD KIPLING A BED OF FORGET-ME-NOTS by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI TRACT by WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS LAST AND WORST by FRANCES EKIN ALLISON |