COME IN

Last night as I lay sleeping, I died or so it seemed.

I floated up to heaven, but only in my dream.

Up there St. Peter met me, standing at the Pearly Gates.

He said, “I must check your record. Please stand here and wait.”

He turned to me and said, “Your record is covered with terrible flaws.

On earth I see you rallied for many a losing cause.

I see that you drank alcohol, smoked,

and used cuss words too.

The fact is, you’ve done everything a good person should never do.

We can’t have people like you up here; Your life is full of sin.

Then he read the last of my record,

Took my hand and said, “Come In.”

He led me up to the big boss and said,

“Take him in and treat him well,

He used to work at Firestone Station,

He’s done his time in Hell.

Received from Jack Boberg