The Undertaker

The midnight hour, the darkest hour,
That human grief must know,
Sends forth its hurried summons -
Asks me to come - I go!

I know not when the bell may toll,
I know not where the blow may fall,
I only know that I must go
In answer to the call.

Perhaps a friend - perhaps unknown -
'Tis fate that turns the wheel -
The tangled skeins of human life
Wind slowly on the reel.

And I? I'm  the undertaker,
"Cold -Blooded", you'll hear them say,
"Trained to the shock and chill of death,
With a heart that's cold and grey."

Trained - that's what they call it
How little they know the rest -
I'm human, and know the sorrow
That throbs in the aching breast.

Bennett Chapple