St Peter and the Railroad Man

December 14, 1916

Thinking about a poem I learned from a railroad man last summer.

A railroad man stood at the Pearly Gate
And his face was scarred and old.
He stood before the Man of Fate for admission to his fold.
“What have you done,” St. Peter asked “to gain admission here?
“I’ve been an engineer for many and many a year.”
The Pearly Gates swallowed open wide and St. Peter touched the bell,
“Come right in and choose your harp, you’ve had enough of hell.”


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