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IF I COULD DO IT AGAIN
Alas I stand at the Pearly Gates, But let us review the cause of my fate... Thunderstorms rage through out the night Tossing lightining and sliding mud Low lying areas fall from sight As the river begins to flood. Wave after wave flows swiftly As masses of land submerge Myself and others seek refuge on rooftops In attempts to escape this scurge. As I sat upon my chimney These words I began to pray " Dear God from you I need a sign, O'Lord please show me the way!" A short time later a boat arrived "Get in!" is what they'd shout. "NO!"I said,"God will provide, It is he who will get me out!" The raging waters continue to rise It's to my waste by now. I hear the voice of muffled cries As I wipe sweat from my brow. Another boat sails nearby And ask me to come aboard "Thank you for your offer, but I'm waiting for my Lord." As quickly as it came The boat was motor'd away And again I clasp my hands In silence to God I pray. The howling wind Makes the chill of the air grow bold I huddle myself together In efforts to escape the cold. From a distance engines rumble, Faint sounds of copter blades But the rush of rising waters Make me diffilcult to save. As the helicopter hovers, I hear the sound of a gentle voice Asking me to remain calm As they carefully lower the hoist. Now It seems so senseless, Somewhat hard to understand As the hoist grew ever distant From the grasp of a sinking hand. Scene's of my life roll slowly by Some scene's good others rotten, Conjuring thoughts and memories Of people long forgotten. My body floats so gently, As it slowly falls from sight Calm and peace settle over me As I now head toward the light. As I stood at the Gates of Heaven To God I cried this plea, "Great father I had utmost faith That you would rescue me." He said "My son you were short sighted, You had not eyes to see." "For you beloved were not slighted, I was always there for thee." "I was with you all through the day." "I came to you in many ways Each time I would hear you pray." "But you sealed your own fate By blocking me from view." "As I sent you boats and angel's wings, What more was I to do?" The morale of this story is It is God you will be missing If you dont take the time To open your heart and listen. Joseph S. AKA ZEPPLIN
This is my attempt to turn a joke I once heard into something poetic.
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