| Re: God rest the souls.......... This was written, by whom I don't know, in memory of the 4 Mounties:
As four Mounties stood and faced
their Maker, which most sadly comes to pass,
They bowed down to see their boots were shining,
just like their first academy class.
"Step forward now, young Constables
how shall I deal with all of you?
Have you turned the other cheek down there?
Or have you all been true blue through and through?"
The first Constable, with squared shoulders, said
"No sir, I guess I ain't,
because those of us who carry such weighty badges
can't always live like Saints.”
The second confessed he’d worked most Sundays
and that at times his talk was rough,
and that to control such senseless violence,
sometimes words were not enough…
The third confessed he’d never took a penny,
that wasn't his to keep,
Though he’d worked a lot of overtime
when the bills just got too steep.
The last Constable stated that he never passed a cry for help
though inside he had occasionally shook with fear,
“and once,” he said quite meekly, “I've wept unmanly tears.”
The Constables all agreed together, that they were not sure
if they deserved to rest amongst the best,
Because their life had been one of serving,
And so they were used to having less…
“But if you do have a place for us here,
well...it need not be too grand,
we don’t expect, nor have had too much
so if you don't...we understand."
There was silence throughout all of heaven
While the Saints nodded together as they stood,
And the Constables stood quietly shoulder to shoulder,
for their final judgment...bad or good.
"Step forward young police Constables,
You have borne your burdens well,
Come walk a beat on Heaven's streets;
You’ve done your time in Hell." |