When age and all its dried up masters <br />have finally caught up with you, <br />though you're not ready for disasters, <br />'is this seat ta...how do you do? ' <br />You wake up early in your bed, <br />another day's translucent wings. <br />The very next day finds you dead, <br />(they say it's one of those damned things) . <br /> <br />And, on the way to your Valhallah <br />you get a glimpse of afterlife. <br />You hope that either God or Allah <br />will be more lenient than your wife. <br /> <br />At last you see the Pearly Gates, <br />they have your rap-sheet with all entries, <br />you wonder if they do debates, <br />instead, are taken by two sentries <br />straight to a break inside a cloud, <br />where padded stairs, marked by a bell <br />start their descent. A well-endowed <br />olive skinned angel, straight from Hell <br />now takes your hand and you just follow. <br /> <br />And soon you enter a dark cave, <br />you think and find it hard to swallow <br />that you are here. But to be brave <br />is what you've learned and do admire. <br />You figure that this stark damnation, <br />with sulphur smell and constant fire <br />is better than annihilation. <br /> <br />That's what they mean by 'finite, ' friend, <br />when you got nothing, zilch, null, nada, <br />and when you're finished it's the end: <br />You lose the bloomin' enchilada. <br /> <br />The moral of the story is <br />for one, if you do not quite measure <br />up to the standards that are HIS <br />be warned, St. Peter's greatest pleasure <br />is to add up all of your sins <br />and that includes the smallest lies <br />meanwhile, in Hell the devil grins, <br />they kick you out of Paradise. <br />Deep in your heart though you do know <br />that it is better to be hot <br />and watch the Bloody Brimstone Show <br />than to be not, than to be not.<br /><br />Herbert Nehrlich<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/death-be-proud/
