Heaven or Hell

A Miner stood at the Golden Gate his head bowed low,
He meekly asked the man of fate the way that he should go.

“What have you done” St. Peter said “To gain admission here”
“I merely mined for coal” he said, “for many a year”

St. Peter opened wide the gate and softly tolled the bell,
“Come and choose your harp” he said, you’ve had your share of hell.

Anon

Oil Painting by George Luks

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