Myron Weiner
Dallas, TX

Greetings!
Welcome to your afterlife!
I am Charon, your boatman; your guide
from life to death.
Life differs for everyone who is born.
Death is the same.

Although, stooped, I am strong enough
To convey you to
See the river the Greeks called Acheron.
To drink the waters of Lethe.

I extend my hand in welcome
To my ancient barge.
Do not fear. Take the step.
You are beyond harm.

There, that was easy.

Nobody has ever fallen overboard,
Nevertheless
Watch your step.
Others cross with us.
Yes, you may sit.
My seats are worn, but made comfortable.
By the many have passed this way.
By all means look back.
Most do at first.

Now we are underway

There is no haste.
I steer and push with my worn Ancient pole.
I know the way, but I follow the stream’s
Urging as it pushes and pulls us
From the fading shore.
Yes. You may face forward like the others
There is nothing more to see behind you.
No further issues? Then
As the stars fade,
You will drink
And forget.

Acknowledgement

Thanks to Thornton Wilder for the metaphor of the chairs