Final journey
'Final journey' by Robert Kyte
When I make my final journey,
in the large black Bentley with the huge windows,
I shall travel light.
Men will stop,
remove their hats,
look down as I go past,
a tribute to my lightness.
Acknowledging my lack of weight
women will pause their children’s play
and bow their heads ‘til I am out of sight,
down the road to a place of endless lightness,
where elements of earth and water
are turned by fire to air.
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