I stood in line at the Pearly Gates
waiting my turn to enter there
wondering if I would be turned away
and saying a little prayer.
Two men before me were consigned
to the fiery depths of hell
one a lawyer of some renown
the other one named Fidel.
I stood up next and prepared
to be questioned on what I wrote
after all those naughty poems,
surely, I would be smote.
My record held in Angelís wing
he perused it with great care
then scratched his head
and asked me to wait right there.
I waited nervously I thought
to be told hell was where I was bound
then all around there came to us
a booming, laughing sound.
A light approached from everywhere
and before me stood one so grand
I immediately fell to my knees
and kissed his Godly hand.
"Will I be sent to fiery depths
to burn forever more
Have I not done some good in life
to avoid that hellish shore?"
He smiled at me and took my hand
saying by now that I should know
Heavenís gates are always open
'cause thatís where all poets go!