A Blanket and a Coffin

A blanket and a coffin 

 It had been raining for days, and everything felt damp
now the sun was shining the old man took out his coffin
from the shed, opened the lid and took out the folded 
blanket and a pillow to dry it and take out the dank smell.
He sat by the computer and didn`t notice it was raining
again, and when he did notice the coffin was full of water,
and the neighbours’ ducks used it as a pond.
He upended the coffin; it would take days to dry it now
hoped the weather would hold for at least three days.
The old man knew he was ridiculous, wanting a blanket over him 
and a pillow to rest his head on like he, when dead, would notice, 
yet the thought of it gave him comfort; 
and that what`s life is all about.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2017

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