Sayin' Good-Bye

Setting on a park bench going nowhere when a blind stranger taps me on one shoulder he opens his newspaper, then says Right-There look at that, would you, I say: I'm talkin' to a solider Wait till I'm off this phone please without another word he sets beside me, opens a lunch box with a squeakie lid, sneeze being that man I am, handing him a tissue, see Ya know, feelin' imposed upon, yet he seeming friendly I really wanted to be alone, though your here now said I please make yourself comfortable, while I finish-calmly saying Good-Bye Waistin' no time at all to strike up a chat he stated please Mr. did you read this mornin' paper have you heard it's a funeral, an what people are sayin' our king of Rock & 'Roll' passed, on his way to his maker No-way, not today it's a beautiful day are you sure it says that have a look for yourself said he-ay read it to me I'm blind, I thought as I set I'd love to help you, only I can't read Oh! I'm sorry I asked you living in this park, what do you need, are you homeless, Not at all kind Sir, stood-up with cane-I'm a little blind too We said a small prayer, Thank you! Good-Bye Elvis