Jim Mattison, was a neighbor, through working life he sailed <br />My Dad his breath did labor, from chemicals inhaled <br />One day there paths did meet, a funeral to abate <br />For Jim it was a grave to dig, for dad it was a mate <br /> <br />Dad stopped to cough and take a breath, but Jim with hardened shell <br />Said! waste of time you going home I'll bury you as well! <br />In his prime I would have seen the twinkle in Dads eye <br />Jim! knew of this, and of dads health, still! he smiled! with a sigh! <br /> <br />Two old men! with swords to cross, is there any winner <br />Bones that are six feet underground, a savior or a sinner <br />Both are dead and Jim was buried in a plot that was berated <br />But, Dad said no! he'll not bury me I want to be cremated<br /><br />Bob Gibson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/me-dad/
