A man knocked at the Heavenly 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 cowboy, Sir" he said,
for many and many a year".
The Pearly Gates swung open wide,
as St. Peter touched the bell.
"Come in and choose your harp" he said,
"You've had your share of Hell."
By Lonnie R. Faubion