A coffin

The coffin lay in the shop, waiting...
Waiting for someone to collect it
But nobody is waiting for a coffin
Even the eventual owner won't buy it

You see, they die before they have
a chance to see the satin, choose a colour
Owners usually aren't very bad persons
Although they can't dance anymore

So, the coffin was sad, because
there isn't a soul who likes coffins
And the poor coffin felt empty
even when it got filled

'Cause the dead don't talk
and coffins need company too, you know
Even a coffin has feelings, never
can show

Boy, if I was a coffin
At least I knew why

                                                                        1998