The Man in the Coffin

When children's greed superseed their love.

The man in the coffin

Lying cold, peaceful and still

His children standing dutifully

Dissemble tears awaiting the will

 

Standing behind mourners

On my toes I try to see

Are the children weeping for him

or what their futures might be?

 

His wife holds her handkerchief

Catching the tears from her eyes

Remembering their wedding day

The bells singing with its chimes

 

The last grain of dirt

thrown on the sunken grave

His soul hovers above

He grins and turns away

Author's Note

Who has the last laugh!

Reviews

[Christine]

OH how heartbreaking. :,-( Nicely written.

[Deborah Leah Krempa]

Well written poem! Thank you for sharing. Debileah

[anothermaleid]

ha ha. very nicely put.

[Vanessa P]

Sadly this is something that happens in real life. Great work on this. Typo on the "handkerchief" but overall its a powerful portrayal of greed's power over compassion and remorse.

[Kitty]

That's brilliant!!!!! I love the last stanza!!!!!! The flow and rhyme is awesome! And I just absolutely love the way you have made something that is usually so sad into something else...

GREAT JOB!!!!!!!!1

Josie

[Legion]

I hope it is him. Of course, on the other hand, who made them that way? If it was him, then hopefully they have the last laugh. Two sides (or more) to every story. Good write. Something to think about with one's own family.