It’s a long way to go.
You don’t want to be tired.
You need to look decent upon meeting your Maker.
You don’t want to be hangover or something.
You are to be of good cheer.
He doesn’t need to see anybody corky, or grumpy.
Don’t complain too much.
What’s done is done…
You were told many a time you were to go one day.
When the day comes, don’t fear it.
It’s what you’ve been waiting for all along.
You were trained for it like an astronaut.
Are you going to be a bad one?
Might as well not go then.
You got nothing to show for it.
Spare yourself the trouble.
Better drive around the corner toward the Ross Island Bridge.
At the end of the exit lane stands a tall, old guy in a red jacket, waving at the line of
vehicles coming at him and passing him by.
When you are close enough, stop the car.
Even if those behind you keep honking.
Wind your window down, smile, and spare a buck.
The tall, old guy will smile back at you, a half of his teeth missing.
It might be Saint Peter, you never know.
If you hear Thank You, Beautiful Heart, God Bless You, Keep Smiling…
You are ready to go.
Keep driving thru.