I see so clearly now my similar years Renew each other, shod in rusty black, Like one hack following another hack In meaningless procession, dry of tears Driven empty, lest the noses, sharp as shears, Of gutter urchins at a hearse's back Should sniff a man died friendless, and attack With silly scorn his deaf, triumphant ears -- I see so clearly how my life must run, One year behind another year, until At length these bones that leap into the sun Are lowered into the gravel and lie still, I would at times the funeral were done And I abandoned on the ultimate hill. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE GARDEN YEAR by SARA COLERIDGE HE HAD HIS DREAM by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR THE BEGGAR'S HOLIDAY, FR. BEGGAR'S BUSH by JOHN FLETCHER JOSEPH'S COAT by GEORGE HERBERT THE JOURNEY ONWARDS by THOMAS MOORE PROUD MAISIE, FR. THE HEART OF MIDLOTHIAN by WALTER SCOTT SONNET: 106 by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE |