A soldier stood at the pearly gate,
His face was scarred and old.
He stood before the man of fate
For admission to the fold.
‘What have you done,’ St Peter asked,
‘To gain admission here?’
‘I’ve been a soldier, sir,’ he said,
‘For many and many a year.’
The pearly gate swung open wide
As Peter touched the bell,
‘Inside’, he said, ‘and choose your harp.
You've had your share of hell.’
Another poem by that famous poet, Anonymous