The meeting professional stood at the Golden Gate.
His head was bending low.
He merely asked the man of fate
Which way he ought to go.
“What have you done,” St. Peter asked, “to seek admission here?”
“I was a meeting professional down on Earth, for many and many a year.”
St. Peter opened wide the gate, and gently pressed the bell.
“Come in,” he said, “and choose your harp.
“You've had your share of hell.”
Thanks to Pat