The Final Journey Poem by Gladden Scribbles

The Final Journey



And silent I passed a lofty hall
where my shadow was standing tall
and beaming there shone from afar— a light
brighter ever than the morning light
oh I know not where I am bound to again
but I was hurried on a bridged lane
a strapless bridge with no pile
nor a girder guiding that viewless mile;
so I reached a cloudy sky,
where my fears rose so high;
could I walk that very scene
without it being so mean?
so while I dread the view in my eye
a force drove me to the waiting sky
and I were a soaring bird
manned by a compelling word;
but to which shiny scene were i driven to,
that shed lustre on that heavenly hue
where while loosened of my flight,
I saw a throng that woke my fright
their looks were of frozen beings
listening to a silent judging
the room was quiet, calm, serene
and there appeared a strange scene
strange that in life I have never seen
conscious of who I was and where I have been
within a minute of life's time
the waiting throng before me
had vanished to places I never know
and it was me in the present show
awaiting a fast flipping book
fate all to the steps I took,
were displayed in my waiting eye;
I heard a cry from a distant sky
it sent a shiver down my spine
oh! how I wish my thoughts were mine
and it was thus, it was the day
the judge showed me my way
and I was amidst a joyful crowd
unmindful of the scenes I have journeyed.

The Final Journey
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The poem tells about man's inevitable stages at his final call (death) a journey presumed to be as brief as the charge of lightning
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