I dreamt death came to me one night
And Heaven's gates flew wide.
With kindly grace St Peter came,
And ushered me inside.
There - to my astonishment -
Were friends I'd known on earth;
Some I had labelled as unfit,
And some of little worth.
Indignant words flew to my lips
Words I could not set free,
For every face showed stunned surprise ...
No one expected me!
From The Friendship Book, D.C. Thomson & Co, London, 1999