A Honest Mistake

When you get old
Or maybe even when you must be told
You can make a honest mistake
Sometimes I forget I am awake
So don’t hold me to perfection
Sometimes I become blind to my selection
I remember the time when
A homeless man that had died
He had no family or friends
And I agreed to say a few words
At his graveside service
I was told the pauper’s cemetery
Was far out in the woods in Kentucky
With the direction in my head, off I went
After turn after turn
On the country roads, I became lost
After sometime, I arrived
Being so late, everyone was gone
Except for the three-man digging crew
I apologized and walked over to the grave
I could see they had already put a concrete cap on the casket
The least I could do was to say a few words
And the men agreed
I did my best to honor this poor soul
And I looked around
And there stood the digging crew
Cry their eyes out
I too started to weep
I have to admit
It was a touching scene
I felt I had done a great service
To this lonely soul
As I was leaving
I overheard one of the men say
I have been putting septic tanks in for over 30 years
And never seen anything like this before
So you can see I am not perfect
But the message can still be delivered
Even with a defect

Bonefish