My Well-Earned Station
At last, when my soul shall find its rest,
And I shall relish those days of consolation
When someone says I have met the test
I am worthy of my well-earned station,
I’ll sigh, well, I escaped hell and damnation.
Of course, I never expected such a fate
To be cast down for living the life I chose,
Considering Father kept the pearly gates
And saw fit, to my benefit, never to disclose
All the unsavory things I chose not to depose.
Not that I am unlike most fellows I know
Who even at their best occasionally strayed,
And, like me, in their younger days, though,
Were not so squeaky clean as they portrayed,
Whose best sides all were a tiny bit frayed.
Written February 6, 2022
Copyright © L Milton Hankins | Year Posted 2022
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