THE PASSAGE

This is “The Passage”, as they say
Far behind is the light of day
Hard as it is here we go arm in arm
When one of us has just bought the farm

And we do all pray and we do all cross
Really believing that God is the boss
Yet we do stick in the cold dead hand
The coin for the Ferryman, pass to the Land

Beyond the Styx, the black water passage
Hoping the Boatman will get the message
The humble prayer, “Please do ease the way
Of our dear soul that leaves us today...”

The priest does his job, with incense and chant
“Do as I tell you and thou shall not want”
And we do what we can…but we’ll always be thinking
Of Styx and the silent Charon who’s waiting…