YOU CAN'T TELL ME God would have Heaven So a man couldn't mix with his friends -- That we are doomed to meet disappointment When we come to the place the trail ends. That would be a low-grade sort of Heaven, And I'd never regret a damned sin If I rush up to the gates white and pearly, And they don't let my malemute in. For I know it would never be homelike, No matter how golden the strand, If I lose out that pal-loving feeling Of a malemute's nose on my hand. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...AT NIGHT; SONNET by AMY LOWELL MERELY STATEMENT by AMY LOWELL THE COTTON CLUB by CLARENCE MAJOR |