On the night table
beside my bed
I keep a small
blue ticket
One day I found it
In my pocket book
I don’t know how
It got there
I don’t know
What it’s for
On one side
there’s a number
98833
And
INDIANA TICKET COMPANY
On the other side
The only thing it says
Is KEEP THIS TICKET
I keep it carefully
Because I’m old
Which means
I’ll soon be leaving
For another country
Where possibly
Some blinding-bright
enormous angel
Will stop me
At the border
And ask
To see my ticket.
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