Toby-The Tombdigger Poem by Chukwuebuka Adebayo

Wish a tombdigger, i was made;
Carving caskets, with axe and spade
Who could sing the most bitter elegies,
A lissful pity for quick monumental obsequies
And within my closed doors, i laugh:
The straiteneds, may plead to pay me-half
When he must embalm his poor father;
Would go console, make mothers less sadder
When their impish son wears a big rope,
As hoaxers, do give raring but doubtful hope
In death of such unjust lord or tyrant,
That thousand haters unbless and rant
At me, to engrave his stone, rest in peace;
Yet if their tears rush and gush more seas,
I would have it as sweetest testimony;
Each day would my prayers wish all men a coffin
Even with my solemn love for a dead friend,
I would shroud him grave to rejoice his end.