All Equal In The End

The Grim Reaper favors none

 A coffin has six sides

A casket only four

When passing to the other side

Who's counting anymore

It's no longer a matter of how much...

                                    No longer a matter of health or pox

It's occupant feels not the satin touch

It's forever and finally naught but a box

...Just a box and no more...

Author's Note

I must have a cold. I can't stop coffin!

Reviews

[Jacob Clifford]

Very true. We're all born the same way, and we all die the same way. When it comes down to it, we're not so different. I love the creative way you have of showing that message.