My Barge

I am beginning a journey –

My last. I shall never arrive –

I will be travelling ‘til death.

It will be a strange, exciting journey

With friends I have not met before:

And myself, each day a stranger.

It is an inevitable voyage,

And whatever wind, or tide, or water,

Nothing can deflect it’s purpose.

Most men go this road unready:

Provisioned and prepared

I travel alone, and further.

I shall never arrive:  I shall be

Later than many, sooner than some;

But I will be journeying.