Rhyme & Reason - a reason to rhyme

"This  life is all there is here" "There is no 'afterlife' " Has often been repeated By youth, husband, or wife. HOWEVER, when it happens, Of someone close, demise, "They're in a 'better place's now" Are words that do arise. If only, made for certain,  Their destination place, The BETTER choice, of course made, Would provide grieving grace. Then, in place of a "funeral", Have "Life's Celebration", That certainty, re-meeting, With Spirits' elevation.

Whene'er I reach those Pearly Gates, First greeting I'll receive, Will be "WELCOME" from Triune God, Since years back, did believe. Though there'll be MANY, MANY more, Relatives, distant, close,  Friends from many years, and few, E'en unknown t'me, suppose. Grand parents past, before my birth, Siblings, stillborn, or lost, Had learned of two, aft. parents passed, Whose paths, I'd never crossed. Then friends, whose Heavenly migration, Young, middle aged, who'd passed To their eternal Paradise, Will reunite, at last. Then we'll have time, ETERNAL time To gather 'round His throne, Together, adoration bring To Triune God, alone.

My father was a humble man, Was driving long before A formal 'test' was needed, Be that two or four door. Initially,  a motorbike, When dating my dear mum, Though afterwards, a vehicle  When parents, did become. A vehicle, it was needed, Cared less whate'er he drove, So long as got from 'A' to 'B' He had nothing to prove. A "sense of humour" had he, A "sense of grandeur" too, The luxury vehicle, named Rolls Royce, Was out of bounds, he knew. Though drove a 'Rolls Can'ardly' His description, with wit, It certainly, 'Rolls' downhill though, 'Can'ardly' roll up it.

  My father was a strict man, Now let me put you straight, He HAD a playful manner, Just hated to be late. A "personal chauffeur" was he To me, when I was young, When fo'me, 'driving' was "no-no" His trait, on me, has hung. He loathed to rush, in traffic, Preferred a gentler drive,  Would stress,  always, importance Of tryin' to stay alive. A 'crystal ball' he had not, Road traffic, for to see, "You don't know what the traffics like" Was emphasized  to me. Thus, when he was a-driving,  With others, or alone, He aye chose to leave early, Not brake that speeding zone. 'Twas drummed into his family, That he, to keep a date, Be fifteen minutes early, Than e'er ONE MINUTE late.