Friend

A fireman knocked at the heavenly gate

His face was scarred and old

He stood before the man of fate

For admission to the fold

“What have you done,” saint peter said,

“To gain admission here?”

“I’ve been a firefighter, sir,” he said,

“For many, many a year.”

The pearly gates swung open wide,

As saint peter touched the bell –

“Come in and choose your harp, my son,

“You’ve seen your share of hell.”

 ~~ Author unknown ~~