I was just going through some old files and found this poem.
It was taught to me many years ago by my old friend, teacher and mentor, Todd VanBeck.
In his honor….
The Undertaker
The midnight hour, the darkest hour
That human grief may know
Sends forth its hurried summons
And asks me to come…I go
I know not where the blow may fall
I know not for whom the bell may toll
I only know that I must go
In answer to their call
Perhaps a friend, perhaps unknown
It will be fate that turns that wheel
The tangled schemes of human life
Wind slowly on the reel
And I, I’m the undertaker
Cold blooded you’ll hear some say
Trained to the shock and chill of death
With a heart that’s cold and gray
Trained, is that what they call it?
How little they know the rest
I’m human and well understand the sorrow
That throbs in the aching breast
