Author Timothy Kendall While as I lived no house I had, Now dead I have a grave. In life I lived in loathsome lack, Now dead I nothing crave. In life I lived an exile poor, Now death brings rest to me. In life poor naked soul unclad, Now clad in clods ye see. Tags Short Poems Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments