The Road to Heaven

In the realm of your disdain, I find myself, quite free,

No need for your approval, in my own company.

You seem to think your judgement, a path to heaven’s gate,

But last I checked, dear friend, your yard does not dictate.

Your scorn, it falls upon me, like rain upon a leaf,

But I am not a vessel, for your misguided grief.

Your yard, it may be verdant, with envy’s bitter seed,

But the road to heaven’s not there, at least not by my creed.

You may not care for me, dear, your disdain loudly heard,

Yet, I find it amusing, your presumption absurd.

For the path to the divine, is not through your front lawn,

But through kindness, love, and grace, from dusk till dawn.

So, keep your yard, your judgement, your sanctimonious sneer,

The road I walk is different, my destination clear.

The path to heaven’s not yours, to direct or to bar,

Last I checked, dear friend, the road didn’t go through your yard.