There is a holding room in limbo
For the first of a couple to die
The partner left behind
Must then search alone in purgatory
While drifting in a haze of lost love
When the partner finally falls into eternity
Then together they promenade the pearly gates
And those still in line
Note their position
And know they are next
[This poem is a speculation about the fate of widowed people. It provides a new definition for the obscure concepts of limbo and purgatory, assigning them to devoted married couples.]
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