When the day comes that i will close my eyes for the last, And walk toward the golden gate of St. Peters, I shall decline entry. I will tell the gate keeper this: Sir i'm sorry, but i shall not enter, Not with out my wife beside me. She is worth the wait, no matter how long it may be before i see her again.
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I love this poem Tony, to me it is Divine. Thank you.