I See so Clearly Now by Edna St. Vincent Millay

I see so clearly now my similar years

Repeat each other, shod in rusty black, / Like one hack following another hack

In meaningless procession, dry of tears, / Driven empty, lest the noses sharp as shears

Of gutter-urchins at a hearse's back

Should sniff a man died friendless, and attack

With silly scorn his deaf triumphant ears;

I see so clearly how my life must run

One year behind another year until

At length these bones that leap into the sun

Are lowered into the gravel, and lie still, / I would at times the funeral were done

And I abandoned on the ultimate hill.