Lemme in St. Petey..... ( a poem)

I stand at heaven's gates,

Waiting to be to let in.

It's crowded out here, pushing and yelling,

Straining to hear above the din.

I met a man, who watched as Socrates drank the hemlock,

Another saw Joan of Ark burn.

Yet another believed half his soul 

Was left inside his urn.

Me, I witnessed nothing,

Was there at no crossroad.

The only thing I have to offer

Is my own life's tiny load.

I did not watch the nails driven

Into Jesus' hands.

I also did not leave my footprints

In Great Atlantis' sands.

Though those tomes are big,

I was not included in the gospels.

And I highly doubt a tiny bit

That my bones are precious fossils.

All I've got is I, St Pete,

So take me in because:

Of all the Me's there ever were,

I'm the best there ever was.