At The Pearly Gates

[albertpachino]

The Engineer & the Mate at the Pearly Gate
Oil soaked shoes all covered with grime...
Polished shoes with a brilliant shine,
Sweaty clothes all stained with grease...
Shirt and tie and pants well-creased,
Oily, scarred and calloused hands...
Manicured fingers, looking grand,

Thus they approached the Pearly Gate...
The Engineer and the Mate,

Saint Peter gazed at this strange sight...
He knew one was wrong and the other was right,
To be sure, he then did look...
In his gigantic Judgement Book,
Then looking up he said so clear...
I’ll now pass judgement on the Engineer,
You’ve sweated blood, you’ve breathed some gas...
The scars and bruises and burns still last,
So come my son and take your place...
Like a king in all his grace,
You my son, you’ve stood it so well...
You’ve surely had your share in hell,
The Engineer passed through the Pearly Gates...

Saint Peter then turned on to the Mate’
You’ve filled your lungs with cool, clean air...
You’ve known the breeze and sun up there,
Pushing a pencil, you’ve traveled in class...
You’ve been a passenger before the mast.
There is no question “yes” or “no”...
Now it’s your turn to go below!