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The old man lies alone in bed He knows his long life is nearing its end. The door opens, And in walks his younger self. Will he walk through The pearly gates of heaven Or the fiery doors of hell? The younger of the two Walks towards the lying form The body is old, weathered, Like a tree that held against a storm. The young man looks upon the old, A sad smile on his face. Never before had such a gift Been given to the human race. His time had come; His time had gone; His life filled with good deeds Both lasting and gone. He lived his life to the fullest; Not a moment was his dullest. Charity was at his core, None could ask for any more. Love h