Death dream

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I’ve just woken from my sleep,

Where I dreamed I had died.

And I was in a marble room,

Way up in the sky.

There were no angels there,

No folk with feathered wings.

Only people in light grey,

Simply sorting things.

Each one wore a badge

Like a big red heart.

The rest of us stood by,

To hear them make this start.

“Has anyone been a nurse?”

They each got a badge.

Not “has anyone written verse?”

When I could have said I had.

That’s when I woke up,

And I was surely glad.

Mary Treveil,

Ardrossan Road,

Hartlepool.