This song haunts me and I keep coming back to it and relating it to my own crafts. I keep thinking of the lines

“My boy builds coffins and I think it’s a shame
That when each ones been made, he can’t see it again
He crafts every one with love and with care
Then it’s thrown in the ground and it just isn’t fair”

I think about how much time and effort I put into the art of my craft and how many things I’ve given away and how many were unappreciated. My reaction was to stop making gifts and start making things just for me and that worked for a time. I’m ready now though I think to start making things again for others – It’s the spirit of the gift. If it’s not appreciated well, I know not to give to those people again. After all, each coffin could only be given once.