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A Banker and a Lawyer were nose to nose 
    in a fit of angry rage.
Having dented fenders while driving 
    and now were both fiercely engaged.
While each was casting blame at the other 
    for getting to this stage.

In the street... their tempers flared 
    as they continued to discuss.
Their voices loud... their arms a stir... 
    they were making quite a fuss.
Now unaware of where they were... 
    they were both run over by a bus.

The Banker and the Lawyer 
    now stood among the clouds.
Staring at the gates of Heaven 
    which had attracted quite a crowd.
But as to any entry... 
    they were sure to be allowed.

So they got in line with the others 
    hoping for the best.
As St. Peter was busy taking names 
    of those who had been blessed.
And the two men hoped to qualify
     just like all the rest.

When long at last they stood alone 
    for the place in Heaven they had sought.
They were quite concerned as their anguish 
    was now filled with sordid fraught.
When St. Peter said, 'I'm very sorry. 
    We have but left a single spot.'

St. Peter continued, 'All of you 
    have made life a hectic pace.
So it's only fair to select the one 
    who has led a better race.
Tell me now the things you've done 
    to deserve entry to this place?'

They both hemmed and hawed as they pondered 
    which led to some distress.
But living a life of virtue 
    was not one they could address.
And both were slow to admit 
    their lives had been a frightful mess.

The Lawyer said, 'I have created jobs 
    and amassed great wealth and power.
I denied my workers a living wage 
    so their feelings began to sour.
So I sent their jobs to China 
    to save money on wages by the hour.

The Banker raised his hand 
    when a thought crossed through his head.
And told St. Peter of a children's charity 
    he had sorely led.
And in the end had taken all the money 
    so no orphans were ever fed.

'I was a Father to six children,' 
    said the Lawyer to explain.
'And though I was extremely busy
     I was not one given to complain.
Though I must to this point confess... 
    I cannot remember all their names.'

'I provided for my family,' said the Banker. 
    'And kept them free from strife.
And though I cheated a dozen times... 
    I always loved my wife.
But on the whole I would have to say... 
    I've led a dreadful life.'

Both men hung their heads on a life 
    that was completely false and wild.
And saw no further point to test themselves 
    for the sins they had compiled.
When behind they heard a voice... 
    they turned to see a lonely child.

'Please Sirs,' said the child.
     'May I enter Heaven if there's room?
For I am very cold and tired 
    having endured a life of dismal gloom.
For a Cancer filled with a vile hate 
    has sent me to my doom.'

The men wept and said they will suffer 
    the troubles they have wrought.
And told St. Peter they were not worth 
    the bother they had brought.
So this little child who has suffered life 
    should have the final spot.

So the little child entered Heaven 
    and looked back a thankful glance.
And each man wiped a tear as a fog 
    now seemed to cause a blissful trance.
Where back on Earth.... two babies born 
    had earned a second chance.

                   The End

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