Perspective

A smile on his face His very pale face As his body was moved And placed in the coffin A life not so well lived A drunkard, thief and murderer Not one bit of tear on faces As this poor soul left the realm of the living Mother dead, Father dead An orphan grew up he Discriminated and cast away by those around For they believed he was cursed Then He began taking up the bottle to forget his troubles And stealing from those who cast him away Searching for the killers of his parents He kindly repaid the favour St. Peter stands at the gate Looking at the man, he analysed his past His death was clamoured for as he was full of sin But St. Peter smiled and opened the gate that He may go in.