The Ferryman

There was a Man who had no Ring,

dreamed one night he would be King,

found a Game and took his Seat,

and, on The River, went all-in

The Cards were True, he held The Line,

checked The Visions one last Time,

drew The Ace he waited for,

and made his way onto The Shore

He kept the lookout for a Ship,

mended Piers to save The Trip

Behind him, though, The Island sank,

and left him stranded on The Strip

He saw a Vision, o'er The Sea

A Ferryman, dark-cloaked was He,

who waved, ever so silently,

The Time had come, alas, to flee

The Pier, behind, at once dissolved;

into a Trench of Slow Regret,

Sorrow deep as Virgin Hope,

and Clouds of thought like Crazy Cope

The Ferryman waved frantically,

Our Hero's heart beat violently,

Walk on the Water, come to Me!

The Boatman shouted, suddenly

Just then, The Veil was lifted slight,

revealing in the Fading Light

It was Jesus in The Boat,

Savior in The Starry Night

He walked that day, and doubted not,

like Peter, on The Water Black,

and now He's in The Boat with God;

there never be no Turning Back

© Mila Fourie 2026