A Short Ride, To Death's, Opened Door. Poem by Michael Gale

With the scream of the ambulance flying on by my window...
What could be wrong, what where and why?

Is someone routed down the road to die? ...
Will a sad heart to ache and cry?

Will there be a widower or a crying widow? ...
In the front yard, might there be a bended willow?

God be calling for one loved of His, to come on home...
Not no more, through life, will they endlessly roam.

A cryptic ending....
To Heaven's gates, God for someone, was He, sending.