One Size Coffin

One Size Coffin

Here are the thoughts I was thinking today, on the vice and the folly of man. From the rich who buries his money away, to the one earning bread with his hands. From the wretch with no place for resting his head, to those that are loved or appalled. Will find at the end of life's puzzling road, one size coffin fits all.

Be the woman society gives courtesy and smiles, or the woman society disdains. From the child who attends the finest of schools, or the child Nobody will claim. Whether rich or poor known or unknown, the lot of mankind is to fall, when reaching the end of life's puzzling road, where one size coffin fits all.

The color of skin or place we are birthed, most often determines mans start. But behind every breast, where the soul is at rest, is the same wants and needs of a heart. Should we not lend a hand, to all of mankind, and give when need comes to call. Before reaching the end of life's puzzling road, where one size coffin fits all.