mein gott walter

Walter was not tall
he was rather small
evertheless he claimed
of the small ones to be one of the biggest.
His wife, Marie
still looked quite good for her age
and when she said something
it was mostly: MY GOD, WALTER.

Walter lived his life
was mostly carefree
and when he did something
he mostly did it wrong.
At breakfast, he knocked over the coffee pot
fortunately it was only cold
Marie once again said: MY GOD, WALTER.

Walter was not in a hurry
he worked in the same building
and if he didn't feel like it
he just skipped work.
That didn't matter either
because he was the building manager
when the other tenants saw him
they thought
ONE GOD WALTER.

But Walter didn't care about such small mishaps
about broken cups
dishes or coffee pots.
He then went to the pub
and when someone came home
he slurred.
Marie then just said: MY GOD, WALTER.

Yes, life demanded a lot from Walter
and his bad luck even followed him to the grave
even his coffin slipped from the bearers' hands
and crashed to the ground
the priest exclaimed in horror: MY GOD, WALTER.

Now Walter stands all alone in front of the gates of heaven
and actually feels quite lonely.
Petrus looks through the peephole
loses his grip
he calls out to God: There's WALTER out there.