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...LOVELIGHT by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON GUNS AS KEYS: AND THE GREAT GATE SWINGS by AMY LOWELL A FOOL, A FOUL THING, A DISTRESSFUL LUNATIC by MARIANNE MOORE TO A FRIEND IN THE MAKING by MARIANNE MOORE IN THE TRENCHES by ISAAC ROSENBERG THE FUN HOUSE FABLE by KAREN SWENSON |