
GOLDEN COFFIN
Bethel Ineke@bethelineke908201
1 month ago
GOLDEN COFFIN
by Ineke BSC
You bought him a golden coffin for death,
But withheld silver coins when he begged for breath.
All messages and pleas—your ears turned deaf,
And his weeping voice you tagged a mere cough.
You gathered in numbers, dressed in fine lace,
With tears like rivers carved on your fine face.
You spoke of his kindness, his strength, his grace,
But where were you in his time and space?
He begged for a pill, a meal, a call,
You heard his cry, yet did nothing at all.
Five thousand was too much to spare,
But now fifty shines in the casket's glare.
You carved his name in polished wood,
Told tales of how you “did what you could.”
But love delayed is love denied—
He needed you more when he hadn’t died.
Why do we wait till breath is gone
To sing the praises we should’ve shown?
Why buy flowers for a lifeless hand,
When we could’ve helped him learn to stand?
A lesson etched in silence deep—
Give while they’re awake, not when they sleep.
Don’t let regret be your final gift—
Be the hand that heals, not just the coffin lift.

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