A woman knocked at the heavenly gate,

Her face was scarred and old.

She stood before the Man of Fate

For admission to the fold.

"What have you done,"  Saint Peter asked,

"To gain admission here?"

"I've been a social worker, sir,

For many and many a year."

The pearly gates swung open wide.

Saint Peter touched the bell.

"Come in and choose your harp," he said.

"You've had your share of hell."

Note: If anyone knows who wrote this, please contact  
the Fried Social Worker so that proper credit can be given :)