When Death Joins Us
Tho you have gone now
And many came and viewed your remains
The numbers were great as we walked by
And paid our final respect.
I for one, as I know many others felt the same,
wanted to say "Robert get up and join us now
and place the mic in your hand".
As I sat now and recall all the times I heard you say
"Sold to number 400" and then on to another item
You would go.
I was that number 400 and I still hear those words
As tho it were yestersday
Those words will forever hold a special meaning in my heart
For a dear friend you were to me
Not just another auctioneer with a mic in his hand.
We had many dealings with all the merchanise
Going and coming
Sometimes with it even running out the frount door.
People came from near and far
Some even having to stand against the walls
Some nights when the sales lasted too long
We all gathered for breakfast
As the laughter lived on.
Robert there will never be another one like you
As anyone that knew you would agree
You had a smile for everyone
And a friend to many you wanted to be.
I for one know in your later years
You had found the Lord and He had found you.
You spoke of His love and what a joy it had brought you
And as always those about listened for you were
Their Auctioneer.
The love you had for your family was always the upmost
As you spoke of them to your friends
A gleam would fill your eyes
You loved them all dearly
And this could never be denied.
You are there now with some others that left before you
Frank, Good Time Charlie, Olt, Cecil, Sonny, Ob, Louise, Dave, Hunk,
Harold, Budda, Charles, Sam, Lefty, Phil, Gossett,
Your mom and dad they were all waiting
As you entered those pearly gates.
Robert you will be missed in this world
But we are all just a few days behind
Rest in peace now for you are in the Hands of the Lord.
I will always remember your laughter
And the friend you were to me.
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