I stood at the street corner, not knowing why;
I just knew I had to wait there under churning clouds and a lightning cracked sky.
The street was familiar, and I realized with but a sudden thought,
Those who lived here were all the sadness, pain, and fear in life I ever fought.
It was lonely on that corner, until down the street a carriage pulled on up.
Majestic black steeds pulled it, and by me halted their gallop.
The carriage driver with a face that was kind,
Held out his hand, and motioned to take mine.
I hesitated and thought to myself I’m not sure if I want to take this journey.
The driver smiled, and he said, “Be not afraid,
for this journey is a rule all must abide, and I promise
That loved ones will be there to welcome you on the other side.”
I took his hand, and he helped me into the seat, a strangely comfortable thing.
“But I have no baggage for the trip,” I said.
“Is there anything I should bring?”
He laughed a bit and said