Lifes Judgment Halls

Joey Andrew Guerrero

December 18, 2004

As thy soul standest before mortalitys gates,

Thou findest thyself in an august court;
Its gloomy ambience pregnant with the jurys ire,
For in thy days thou didst deeds deemed so dire.
The dauntless magistrate smashed his gavel and states,
Let thy lifetimes legal proceedings start!
Thy guilty eyes closed in wretched apprehension,
For now is the time of Revelation.
The firm judge cried with a voice that made heaven shook,
Who shall defend thy name and dignity?
Summoning courage, thy lips trembled in reply,
Thy servant beholds none, my lord, but I.
Hmmm Very well, the prosecution might begin.
A man in a suit stood up and queried,
Sir, rememberest thou December twenty third?
Sweat dripped from thy brow from what thou hast heard
Twas the night before Christmas Eve, he continued.
A beggar came to you and asked for food.
Instead of bestowing kindness, what didst thou do?
Thou mocked the poor fellow and laughed a few.
And how about the morning of March twenty-fourth?
Thou sawest a purse full of valued worth.
But instead of searching for its rightful owner,
Enviousness overwhelmed thy willpower.
Thy lifetimes trial persisted throughout the day,
More events were cited to thy dismay.
Thou knowest that all thy secrets revealed were true,
Now its time to defend, what can thy do?
Anticipating what excuse thou would attempt,
The jury glowered at thee with contempt.
I I thou stammered to speak, Im Guilty GUILTY!
As buckets of tears welled up visibly.

I am to blame! thou hollered, For the sins Ive done!

Ive lived life not caring for anyone!
And now I know tis too late to beg forgiveness,
I wasted a lifetime full of chances!
All eyes turned to the honorable magistrate,
Thunderous silence aired as the throng waits.
What verdict of justice will the magistrate make?
At last, with forceful speech, the good judge spake.
Thou art indeed Guilty, thy future likely bleak.
But opportunity knocks! Open quick!
This time, Live life to the fullest and shun mistakes,
Thou hast done in the past for thine own sake.
Suddenly, darkness overwhelmed thy revived form
Thou opened thine eyes slowly as lights shone
Through thy bedroom window you see the sun shining,
Grandfather clock struck eight in the morning!