Author Christopher Darlington Morley I, who all my life had hurried, Came to Peter's crowded gate; And, as usual, was worried, Fearing that I might be late. So, when I began to jostle (I forgot that I was dead) Patient smiled the old Apostle: " Take your Eternity, " he said. Tags Short Poems Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments