I wandered aimlessly in a swamp known as Life
And each step I took felt like a butchers’ knife:
Adamant it hit the bone, reaching for the heart
Making me wonder if today I’ll come apart.
Cunning and deceiving proved to be this quagmire-
Was it there happiness and now’s Alzheimer?
Hapless and feckless I felt but not anymore barren-
I met someone and now I was going to meet Charon.
The clouds were running as hell and I could see the light
Which was coming from you and I knew it’s alright.
It was Friday, but you were waiting for me for a while.
Suddenly, this trip with the boat didn’t seem so hostile.
‘Which circle would you like to see first, my dear?’
‘The second suits you best’, said Charon with a sneer.
‘Or maybe the fifth, but wouldn’t be that unfair? ‘
‘None- this love breathes only heavens’ fresh air’.
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