Sense Sonnet - Acher

 Last Shop

At the end of this road, a shop.

A sign does say, "End of Road Sale."

Somehow this beckons me to stop,

To find a bargain to avail.

The shopkeeper, a young girl, is

Giving me a welcoming smile,

I'm sure an asset doing biz,

Behaving in such pleasant style.

She offers a ticket to sell

For one person, one way no doubt,

Either to heaven or to hell.

At the Pearly Gates I'll find out.

And what I pay is my last breath,

As I travel from life to death.