Keep on writing (while you wait)

Having decided
he was not insane
or anything
ordinary like that,
didn’t have
a drug habit,
beat his wife,
partner, children
or cat,
drove a 10 year old
Subaru 4WD and wrote
poetry without
ostentation
to preserve
The Peace at
61 years of age,
St Peter decided to leave
him standing at the gate.

He didn’t complain, just
looked a trifle bemused.

Any chance I might
get a chair to sit on,
he asked. Yep, said
St Peter, handing him
a pencil and a pad.
And you might as well
keep on writing
while you wait.
© I.D. Carswell