Re Do Poem by Ima Ryma

I made it to heaven last time,
And got my angel wings as proof.
But too much pride became my crime.
Other angels called me aloof.
With wings clipped off I got sent back
To Earth for a do over try,
Sent to return to the right track.
Down deep I knew the reason why
I was given another chance,
Knowing that heaven one day would
Offer the angel circumstance
If I kept striving for the good.

Back to heaven in time and place,
Wingless, I step up the staircase.