If by any unfortunate chance,
we meet again in heaven,
I hope God is good enough,
to change your melted candle
wax face,
and is wise enough to clean,
your acidic tounge.
After 30 years of facing you,
I could not stand one more,
I will wait at Heavens door,
peering through the golden
key hole, if your are the still the same,
There is a space in hell reserved,
in my name.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Golly, Vincent, that's hitting below the belt. For your sake I hope this persons changed, I'd hate to think of you in Hell! Love Ernestine XXX