PEARLY GATES

When I hit, those Pearly Gates
I hope to walk right in
So I don’t have to, stand and wait
While they read every sin
 
Quick entry, into paradise
Is what I really seek
For standing there, while they glare
Will make my legs go weak
 
So if I need, some forms filled out
And they hand me a pen
I pray the questions aren’t about
What I have done, and when
 
I hope that form isn’t long
Or ask for all the details
For at my age I’m kind of slow
And my memory, sometimes fails
 
But I won’t worry about those
Surely they don’t need them all
And pray that no one really knows
The ones, I don’t recall
 
No doubt I have quite a few
Which do not make me proud
And once I have them written down
Hope they’re not read, out loud
 
But I will do my very best
To fill them out therein
And to every wrong I will attest
For to lie, would be a sin
BOEMS BY JA 155