The awful drain
Of living’s strain
Is often far too much for me;
I wonder if,
When I ‘m a stiff,
I can relax in luxury?
Or will I fret
In Heaven yet,
While burnishing my spotless soul?
–More like, I’ll fry
The while I cry
In Hell. (I -hate to shovel coal!)
by Ray Romine Friday, August 30, 1946
