The old men used to sing <br />And lifted a brother <br />Carefully <br />Out the door <br />I used to think they <br />Were born <br />Knowing how to <br />Gently swing <br />A casket <br />They shuffled softly <br />Eyes dry <br />More awkward <br />With the flowers <br />Than with the widow <br />After they'd put the <br />Body in <br />And stood around waiting <br />In their <br />Brown suits.<br /><br />Annie Louisa Walker<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-old-men-used-to-sing/
