The Coffin Poem by Kingsley Egbukole
The Coffin
A box of various designs
And design of different sizes
Is my last house
Is your last house
Is our last house
For the big and the small
For the old and the young
For the rich and the poor
For the beautiful and the ugly
For all men and women
Must go into this house
The mansions are for some living
The exotic cars are for some living
The private jets are for some living
The luxurious yachts are for some living
But when the last breath is gone
The Coffin is for all.
(Sunday,12/11/2023,2.14am)
(cont.) Some are burned/cremated and put in 'jars' [[ some of what's left of them anyway ]] I Once saw [in a cemetary cremaatorium] a large cardboard box (with body inside I presumed) being burned in a furnace. I was mowing lawn in the cemetary thst day, with other 'day-laborers'. : )
I find this statement to be untrue: 'all men and women Must go into this house' (cont.)
five ***** stars, BUT I disagree with some of the statements. [[ and 'yacht' 'needs' 's' for plural; I have 5 yachts ]] Try my Fun-eral poem if you like humor/humour & sentiment. : ) bri (cont.)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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8/28/2026 4:09:28 PM # rel_20260827T145718Z_a0f1bd3
And I disagree with: 'But when the last breath is gone The Coffin is for all.' NOT ALL can afford the price of a coffin, and some would choose not to have one anyway. Some bodies are 'lost', and left in the wilderness OR....you know. : ) BRI