L Milton Hankins Poet Quintain (English)

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

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Bill Baker February 7, 2022 at 4:44 PM Sounds about right to me, Milt. enjoyed the read. Bill L Milton Hankins February 7, 2022 at 7:41 PM Thanks, Bill. I appreciate your read and your comment, and I am glad you "enjoyed the read."

Caren Krutsinger February 7, 2022 at 11:06 AM I enjoyed the honesty here ", like me, in their younger days, though, Were not so squeaky clean as they portrayed," Well penned. L Milton Hankins February 7, 2022 at 12:16 PM Thanks, Caren. Don't you think most of us could have written this poem? I think we always try to come off better than we really were, you know?