Since I have reached age ninety-four
It’s time I knocked upon death’s door.
When I approached the pearly gate
St. Peter was on a coffee break.
With no one there to hear my call
I felt deflated by it all.
Not being looked for, up above,
Now leaves more time for those I love.
Should I be called, I’ll gladly go.
Meanwhile, let’s bask in friendship’s glow.
~ Lillian R Barends
