THE LAST TRIP

Whether travelling by sea or air
A destination not just anywhere
An experience for he who dares
There’s always an understanding
Some have had a bumpy landing
But home is where the heart is

Whether the river Lethe or Styx
There’s good and bad in the mix
It’s all what the ferryman can fix
Just a modest final one-way fare
And quiet journey getting there
Just postcards now left in a box

Over a lifetime, so many places
All memories, a thousand faces
Yet few leave permanent traces
Despite how wide the net is cast
Except this time will be the last
The final voyage with no return