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at heaven's gate

Don’t have to walk the dog
Or let the cat out
Don’t matter
If the seats left up or down
I always know 
Who farted
Still ask
Why are “we”
Watching this
Still check the mail
Mr. Edison
Writes monthly
The Maitre d’ shouts
“table for one”
OK…OK…
It’s the local deli
And a guy
Wearing baggy
Rubber gloves shouts
“NEXT”
I picture him
At heaven’s gate
Shouting…..

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Hilda Greenhough

November 17, 2024 at 9:25 PM

The unknown beckons. I do hope I can have a dog. A good poem.

Daniel Henry Rodgers

November 17, 2024 at 4:45 PM

Hello John, such a wonderfully humorous reflection on the mundane aspects of life and the absurdity we often encounter. I love how you blend everyday moments with the idea of waiting at heaven's gate, creating a wonderful contrast between the trivial and the truth. The imagery of the deli and the rubber-gloved worker adds a delightful touch of realism. A very clever piece; it made me smile while also prompting deeper thoughts! Autumn Blessings, My Dear Friend, Daniel