[wire2wire]

not a poem, but also appropriate:

A man and his dog were walking along a road. The man was enjoying the
scenery,
when it suddenly occurred to him that he was dead. He remembered
dying,
and that the dog walking beside him had also been dead for years.

Then he wondered where the road they were traveling on was leading them.

After a while, they came to a high, white stone wall along one side of the
road. It looked like fine marble. At the top of a long hill, it was broken
by a tall arch that glowed in the sunlight. When he was standing before it
he saw a magnificent gate in the arch that looked like Mother of Pearl, and
the street that led to the gate looked like pure gold. He and the dog walked
toward the gate, and as he got closer, he saw a man at a desk to one side.

When he was close enough, he called out, "Excuse me, where are we?"
"This is Heaven, sir," the man answered.
"Wow! Would you happen to have some water?" the man asked.

"Of course, sir. Come right in, and I'll have some iced water brought right
up."

The man gestured, and the gate began to open. "Can my friend," gesturing
toward his dog, "come in too?" the traveler asked.
"I'm sorry, sir, but we don't accept pets."

The man thought for a moment, shrugged, and then turned back toward the road
and continued the way he had been originally heading his dog.

After walking
together for another considerable distance, the man and his dog reached the
top of another long hill, he came to a dirt road which led through a farm
gate that looked as if it had never been closed. There was no fence.

As he
approached the gate, he saw a man inside, leaning against a tree and reading
a book.
"Excuse me!" he called to the reader. "Do you have any water?"
"Yeah, sure, there's a pump over there".

The man pointed to a place that couldn't be seen from outside the gate.

"Come on in."

"How about my friend here?" the traveler gestured to the dog.

"There should be a bowl by the pump."

They went through the gate and sure enough, there was an old fashioned hand
pump with a bowl beside it. The traveler filled the bowl and took a long
drink himself, then he gave some to the dog.

When they were full, he and
the dog walked back toward the man who was standing by the tree waiting for
them.

"What do you call this place?" the traveler asked.
"This is Heaven," was the answer.

"Well, that's confusing," the traveler said. "The man down the road said
that was Heaven, too."

"Oh, you mean the place with the gold street and pearly gates? Nope.
That's ****."

"Doesn't it make you mad for them to use heaven's name like that?"

"No. I can see how you might think so, but we're just happy that they
screen out the folks who'll leave their best friends behind."