Poetry: A Perfect Place

Let me go to a perfect place
The grass never has to be cut
It gets greener as the days
Go by, I always say
It's not how much money you make
It's how you spend it
I never meant it
When I doubted your existence
Take me to a place
With a golden spiral staircase
Music 24/7
And a smiling angel face
Family you almost forgot about
Laughing and hugs all around
Yes, I'm talking heaven
If you couldn't read between the lines
It's fine, the meaner people
Who were deemed to be evil
They couldn't make it in time
Good food, and even better conversation
Erasing all your sins from within
No clocks, just lots of love
That joyous place from above
It's heaven....yeah, it's heaven