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.