When that final day arrives,
That one we all dwell on,
Passing through those pearly gates,
What’s past, now long foregone.
Reflecting on what might have been,
Actions that made a difference,
Knowing now, one’s true purpose,
Was grounded in benevolence.
Choices sometimes, not so wise,
We learn late from our mistake,
Left far behind, now forgiven,
In this place, there’s no forsake.
There are others clean and free,
Played well within the game,
Understood the proper rules,
Revered long, by family name.
Time stands still, past the final hour,
Standing tall on Judgment Day,
Hearing how we lived our life,
Every moment, along the way.
What if, we each are judged?
By everyone, we’ve ever met,
Recorded in the sands of time,
Nothing here, to ever forget.
Wonder if we knew this as true,
How differently we might live,
Choosing how, not to take,
In turn, might learn to give.
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