Being Judged Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Checkered flags of the past, encouraging us to take
laps around the racetrack of our lives.

Scurrying and finding items of our desires, trying
to place them, setting each into schedules and agendas.

Wishing to impress others with our importance, yet in
reality, we only step into certain areas of our own.

In the end, life is meant to be a solo journey, nothing
ever mattering except whether we adhered to the Ten
Commandments or not.

Being judged when getting to heaven, our final aspiration
to be recognized for what we accomplished and did in our
lives.

Other people's opinions never having mattered in the first
place.