The Final Journey's Truth
The Final Journey's Truth
We journey on, our final ride unknown,
Perhaps in refuse bins like strays left alone.
Or in ambulances from the hospital's care,
With fellow souls, a graveyard's fate we share.
Upon friends' shoulders, to hymns we'll ascend,
In black or white, with floral wreaths to blend.
Or as royalty, in a garden's embrace,
Surrounded by troops, in solemn grace.
Whether in ashes or in fragrant pyres' light,
The ultimate truth awaits, in day or night.