The Obolus

 

You won't notice when I'm gone,
I promise you, babe, you will feel no pain,
You will forget all the things we have done,
And you will not even remember my name.

But if one day you will come to the mouth of the Acheron River,
You'll be told the legend of the obolus that was Charon's price, 
You'll notice a letter on the coin made of silver,
And you'll recall a signature on a notebook and the marks on a dice.

Drawing by Alexandra Prusac, 12 y.o.

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