Pearly Gate.

When death is looming

By your door

You’ll think of things

You should have done more.

All the good

And all the bad

The happy times

And when you felt sad.

All the things

You should have said

And ask the question

“Am I really dead?”

But when it’s your turn

To enter that pearly gate

Beyond the horizon

Is where I’ll lay in wait.

Coz both in life

And death all through

I’ll always long

To be with you.

Vicky.