Swinging like a Bell

I anxiously wait

but in the morning I’ll know

my ultimate fate

and the direction I’ll go.

On Earth it’s decided,

and that is a shame.

I’ve spurned a chance provided

in the greatest of games.

Although all is not lost,

for I could yet ascend.

My soul has a cost;

but, God, money to spend.

And if He’s out of pocket,

then I’ll go straight down to Hell.

Please wear my face in your locket

once I’ve swung like a bell.

For now I am calm

dear, as in the morning we’ll know.

I will no longer harm

here, or in the place I will go.