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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

Date: 11/17/2024 9:25:00 PM

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

Daniel Henry Rodgers

Date: 11/17/2024 4:45:00 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

Paula Goldsmith

Date: 11/17/2024 11:35:00 AM

I enjoyed reading your creative/fun write. Love your ending... Have a blessed day writing away.................