The Old Funeral Hurst Poem

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The old funeral hearse, solemn and grand,
A somber carriage, for the final stand.
A vehicle of reverence, draped in black,
Carrying loved ones, on their final track.
With curtains drawn, and a mournful air,
The old hearse, a symbol of grief to bear.
Its stately form, a somber sight,
A vessel for the departed, on their final flight.
Its wheels roll slowly, with solemn grace,
As it makes its way, to the final resting place.
A hushed procession, in respectful pace,
As mourners follow, in sorrow's embrace.
The hearse, a somber symbol, of life's end,
A reminder of mortality, around the bend.
A dignified conveyance, for the deceased,
A vessel of honor, that carries the deceased.
Inside, a space of reverence and care,
Where the departed rests, in solemn prayer.
A final journey, to bid farewell,
The old funeral hearse, a mournful bell.
Though sorrow may weigh heavy and deep,
The old hearse, a symbol of dignity to keep.
A tribute to life, and memories held,
A final journey, in a hearse of old.
So let us honor, with solemn respect,
The old funeral hearse, a somber aspect.
A vehicle of reverence, for the departed's rest,
A symbol of farewell, at life's bequest.