Classic Poem

O mournful servitor of Hades, you who ply the waters of Akheron, take me, Diogenes the Cynic, in your sombre barge, though it is already overburdened with its horrid freight of dead. I come to Hades with nothing but my oil-flask, my wallet, this old cloak, and an obol to pay for my passage. In life I possessed nothing else.