The Bagpiper

I play at lots of funerals,
This one was for a homeless man.
Bagpipers really like to play,
And I play every chance I can.
The directions I was given
Were poorly done and made me late.
I had missed the poor man’s funeral
When I got to the graveyard gate.

Only the digging crew was left;
In honor of this poor man’s soul,
I asked if I could play my pipes
Before the crew filled in the hole.
I played my heart out that evening,
Like I had never played before.
A man deserves to be honored
Even if he dies flat broke poor.
The digging crew all gathered round,
And I admit that we all cried,
Though I’m sure none of the crew
Had even known the man who died.
As I left I heard one man say,
As he was wiping away tears.
“I’ve never seen a thing like that,
And I’ve dug septic tanks for years!”

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