The Choice
-- by Shelby Forrest -- Copyright 1997 -- sforrest@earthlink.net
My soul, emerging from a dream
Appeared in afterlife,
Seeking a path to heaven
And escape from worldly strife.
Just then I spied an ancient sign
With faded words that read,
The road that leads to Heaven-
Around the bend ahead.
A road fork there confronted me,
But no sign showed to tell
Which road would me to Heaven take
Or which would lead to Hell.
I opted for the beaten path
Well travelled oer the years,
And sights I soon was to behold
Then well allayed my fears.
The scene was lighted bright as day,
Gold paved the inbound street,
A welcome carpet plush and red
Was spread before my feet.
Tables stacked with food and drink
As far as I could see,
And all this lavish banquetry
Was waiting just for me.
More wealth than I had ever seen,
All gourmet food and wine,
And not one cent had I to spend,
For all of it was mine!
I had my choice of any car,
A chauffeur drove for me.
They wouldn’t let me lift a hand,
And everything was free.
I revelled in this luxury
Til slothful I became.
More boring was each passing day.
All routine was the same
My mind became a stagnant pool.
I’d forgotten how to think.
All I could do was satiate
With lavish food and drink.
I’d thought in Heaven I would be
Much happier than this.
I found my life now anything
But peacefulness and bliss.
A zombie figure, who in this place
Had several lifetimes sent
Then sidled up and spoke to me,
When he sensed my discontent.
If Heaven’s what you sought, my friend
I have you this to tell
You took the wrong road at the fork,
And joined us here in Hell.