The Last Walk

The dead rich man looked around

Saw he was no longer whole

His body adorned the gilded coffin

High above rose his soul.

The dead poor man looked around too

He didn't regret having to part

His wife had departed; children grown up

His work was complete, so now he took heart.

The two souls rose from their opposite lives

And found each other finally equal

They walked together the final road

This was their epilogue - there wouldn't be a sequel.

The rich man checked his pockets

They were as empty as his heart

The poor man was equally penniless

But being loving and loved - set him apart.

The rich man stepped into the afterlife

Property in excess yet he still wasn't whole

All that he carried on the journey forward

Was a hollow, empty, soul.

The poor man didn't fear of loss

He'd never had much to lose 

He walked on thinking of the ones he loved

He wasn't alone on his life's last cruise.

The two men had lived two different lives

Their pasts were past with an uncertain future

But today the rich man was hopelessly poor

And the poor one significantly richer.