THE BUZZARD AND I

I went to the funeral of a very good friend,

We had been good buddies from beginning to end.

We started School together many years ago,

I stayed poor; He made lots of dough.

He gave lots to many a fine charity,

Relationship’s with others was staying on parity.

His riches were large it did not make his head grow,

He said hard work and people killed his ego.

People in attendance said many good things to say about my buddy,

Even his old Aunt who was an old “Fuddy Duddy”.

The services were beautiful and there were flowers galore,

Flowers on the walls, the ceiling and on the floor.

While walking away I saw a Buzzard soaring so high in the sky,

He looked as if he could bump the sky.

The buzzard was the only bird I could see,

He looked down as if staring at me.

Maybe He over heard the Funeral Director look at me and say

“Old fellow in your pitiful condition you may as well stay.