My decorated files
Full of records and prize
Are burnt into fistful of ashes tonight.
Pinpricks of shame
Have shrivelled into dust
Inflated statues in the museum of self
Where regrets cry out ‘No Vacancy’ tonight.
Fired from the palace of hope, therefore,
I wander as a beggar
And knock on all the graves
To interview empanelled skeletons tonight.
Farces all done, I’ll get me a new boat:
Charon will drop in for his coins tonight.
Note: Charon is supposed to ferry souls to Hades, according to the Greek mythology.