Upon a horse drawn carriage <br />Dressed in his Sunday best <br />He lies adorned in flowers <br />Carried away and laid to rest <br /> <br />The black beauties that carry him <br />Gently canter upon the gravel <br />On a dreary wet British morning <br />As the band plays old Ravel <br /> <br />The mourners follow behind <br />With black laced veils and top hats <br />White cotton handkerchiefs <br />Long coats and silk cravats <br /> <br />The undertakers lower him down <br />As his loved ones watch on <br />They weep as they throw in the dirt <br />And whisper goodbye Dear John<br /><br />nicola burkett<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/43-lament-a-victorian-burial/
