Classic Poem

He said — This coat should see me through —
The day he bought it at the store;
And now it hangs behind the door,
As good as new.

To-day he set out in the storm,
Indifferent to the snowy squall;
And didn't need the coat at all
To keep him warm.

He didn't need the coat — no fleece
Could keep out that last cruel chill;
Nor can the tempest, raging still,
Trouble his peace.

And while I sit with naught to do
But think of him who comes no more,
The coat still hangs behind the door,
As good as new.