Judgement Day
He was whisked away on a gurney - to begin his eternal journey,
To meet Saint Peter at the Golden Gate - to learn of his ultimate fate;
To strum with angels on the lyre - or be doomed to the lake of fire.
It depended if he'd been fairly nice - or had led a life of odious vice!
"I've read your rap sheet, my boy - so with Me try no devious ploy.
You're in a heap of trouble, son - a lawyer you may need ere this day is done!
Get in that line over yonder - while your borderline case I ponder.
Don't give my angels any sass - as I check the offenses you did amass!"
He'd tried to obey the Ten Commandments - without adding any amendments.
He must do something in a hurry - wondering whose favor he might curry.
He quizzed others who'd met their fate - on how to enter the Golden Gate.
They said if he had been good - his redemption was of more likelihood!
Saint Peter eyed the list - checking off items with a flick of His wrist.
Some misdemeanors he tossed aside - but felonies he could not abide.
Good and bad deeds were about fifty-fifty - but this guy was acting very shifty.
"It could be decided with a coin toss - but I'd rather refer this to The Boss!"
So with a not too gentle nudge - Pete led him to The Venerable Judge.
There he earnestly pled his case - his many transgressions to erase.
The Big Judge heard him out - tho' even He had some lingering doubt.
"Son, arise from the floor - Pete, you can let him enter The Door!"
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
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