An Engineer’s Epitaph
Work of an unknown poet, transcribed
by Martin Ward
My engine now is cold and still,
No water does my boiler fill;
My coke affords its flame no more,
My days of usefulness are o’er.
My wheels deny their noted speed,
No more my guiding band they need;
My whistle, too, has lost its tone,
Its shrill and thrilling sounds are gone.
My valves are now thrown open wide;
My flanges all refuse to guide.
My clacks also, though once so strong,
Refuse to aid the busy throng.
No more I feel each urging breath;
My steam is now condensed in death.
Life’s railway o’er, each station passed;
In death I’m stopped and rest at last.
Farewell, dear friends, and cease to weep:
In Christ I’m safe; in Him I sleep.
The family would like to thank everyone for their outpouring support in this difficult time.