We're Working For A Nice Coffin Poem by Hebert Logerie

Many of us are killing ourselves for a luxurious coffin
When we die, we will abandon the Austin Martin
The Rolex watches, the diamond rings, the mansion
And the gold, and platinum bracelets. With nothing
We came on earth, and we'll leave with a nice outfit
We will be resting for a century in the mausoleum
We will be short of ninety years, in order to sit
Or to qualify to be transferred to the museum
Time, on earth, is really short and ephemeral
We ought to work and enjoy life on the same level
Because when it is time to return home; everything
Will stay behind, all the hard-fought earthly possessions
We won't be able to hide, for the next day, a single thing
Honors, money, cars, bonds, stocks, and the stock options.