AT ST. PETER’S GATE

I took the Biblical story and made it rhyme . . .

A poor pious peasant

At St. Peter’s gate

Arriving the same time

As a rich man’s fate.

 

Those pearly gates open,

In walks the latter

Leaving on the stoop                         

The poor man all a tatter.

 

Hearing from outside

Rejoicing and music

Thinking the poor man

Just as on earth, this is classic.

                                  

St. Peter comes out

Again to see the man

Standing on the outside

A sad deflated fan.

 

In walks the peasant

Expecting to see

The same rejoicing

Singing and gallantry.

 

But heaven was quiet   

No pomp and circumstance          

He felt so cheated         

Misunderstanding at first glance.                      

 

Upon asking St. Peter                                         

How was it that they    

Did not sing for him     

Walking the good path not to stray?                  

 

You are just as dear to us                                  

As everyone who enters                                    

Responded St. Peter     

One of God’s ultimate soldiers

 

Poor fellows like you

Every day we see,

Only once in a hundred years

Enter the bourgeoisie.  

 

The moral my friends

Make no mistake

How you live your life

Will be remembered at St. Peter’s Gate.