The Final Destination (Poetry)

All the smart folk are leaving the planet
there’s a colony gathered elsewhere
who’ve been picked by divine invitation
to join in this exclusive affair

It’s a ‘come as you are’ kind of party
so leave all this world’s worries behind
there is nothing on earth that can beat it
for relief and complete peace of mind

It’s a wonderful cure for life’s problems
aches and pains simply melt clean away
not one cloud left to blot the horizon
on this ‘freedom from stress’ holiday

As a rule it’s a ‘singles’ excursion
no companions — the ticket’s for one
a mystery tour type vacation
to that place all the good souls have gone

So, say farewell to this weary old planet
there’s a bright destination ahead
and no need for regret’s battered suitcase
travel light to the land of the dead