All Comments on 'Waiting'

Old age ?

And perhaps fearing "the day" less. Sometimes I think the worst hell would be immortality.

For the record, I was 34 when I wrote this.

By fitting coffins to fears, aren't they put to rest, allowing for one to live without fearing "the day"? However, the last line gives the opposite idea. Strange, but interesting.

I think it is the service and burial/cremation that is putting to rest. Fitting coffins is facing and dealing with death - and by anolgy other things. Preparation for putting to rest perhaps.

In retrospect, what you say makes perfect sense. I guess I've yet to start fitting coffins; I might get there yet. It's a haunting short poem.

You've manage to bring to mind lots of things with very few words. A talent I quite admire. Thanks for yet another bit of inspiration.