3 DOORS

In this mortal life, whether happy or sad,
There are 2 things of which we are sure,
We all will pay taxes, some good & some bad,
And one day, death knocks on our door.

Let us assume that I lead a good life,
Kind to my neighbours, my children & wife,
As frail heart stops beating, I take my last breath,
Through life’s door I exit, embracing my death,
When Grim Reaper comes, he says ‘All is well’,
“Our first call is heaven, not yet down to hell’,
“I don’t make the judgements, but this I can tell’,
“It’s doubtful that you will hear Satan’s cruel bell”.

Grim Reaper takes me to Heaven’s big gate,
Before he departs, he say’s ‘here you must wait’,
‘Soon they will call you, & judged you will be’,
‘Pray that you stay here with God, and be free’,
‘For if all’s not well, they’ll return you to me’,
‘And your flesh will burn for eternity’.

Pearly gates open, & then I’m called in,
Saint Peter & others sit down, we begin,
Events long forgotten by me they recall,
Angels with long scrolls, in that mighty hall,
All deeds are counted, & carefully weighed,
When all are read out, the judgement is made,

Saint Peter says kindly, ‘Perfection is rare,
At times you were callous, but often showed care,
To those that you loved, you often caused pain,
Then tried hard, but sometimes, offended again,
You stand now before me, you need not look sad,
Good deeds in your life, have outnumbered the bad,
Your sins are forgiven, your soul is now pure,
You enter God’s Kingdom, no hell to endure’.

The final door opens, Saint Peter says ‘Go’,
He’s astonished, as I say respectfully ‘No’,
He sees I am troubled, and watches me cry,
Looks into my eyes, & says ‘Please tell me why’.

I think very carefully, & look up again,
‘Don’t think me ungrateful, but I must explain,
I have a soul partner, took so long to find,
I love her sweet body, her heart, & her mind,
So honest & beautiful, loyal & kind,
Impossible for me to leave her behind’.

‘Continue’ Said Peter, ‘Tell me some more,
Most thank me sincerely, & run for the door,
That door leads to paradise, with God you will stay,
Yet, now it seems you want a few years delay’.

‘I once made a promise, to my true love Hui,
Told her, together, we would always stay’.
‘Forever’, I promised, & not just through life,
This promise I must keep, to my precious wife.
When Grim Reaper took me, I couldn’t say no,
He called on me suddenly, & I had to go.
But now I implore you, if there is a choice,
Consider my promise, & please hear my voice,
Unhappy & lonely, I’m sure she will be,
I want her to walk through that last door with me’.

Saint Peter was moved as he heard my request,
God listened too, & he always knows best,
‘Grim Reaper will call on Hui Clarke, without pain,
Come to me together, be happy again.’