Now that Bob is gone,
'long with sisters and his brothers,
I have to look around,
Where are all the others?
They tell me that Bob wondered:
Who will be the next?
They're lookin' oh so young,
Yeah, life is slowin' down,
My how the time has flown,
No more going on the town,
They tell me that Bob wondered:
Who will be the next?
Scattered around in Texas,
There're some in California,
Lots in Michigan and Midwest,
A few moved down to Georgia.
They tell me that Bob wondered:
Who will be the next?
We can't all live forever,
But we should have no fear,
'Cause just across the river,
Love and joy is in the air.
They tell me that Bob wondered:
Who will be the next?
There're Buttlemans to replace us
When our time has come;
In the arms of Jesus,
We'll be welcome, every one.
They tell me that Bob wondered:
Who will be the next?
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3 comments:
I'm thinking that Lou and Todd ought to get together. This poem just begs to be set to music!
Kay
Thanks, Lou, for this poetic reflection! We will all be welcome in the arms of our Savior, Jesus Christ--words of comfort!
I have to agree with Kay. When I first started reading, I thought Todd had written another song for Dad...
Lou, thanks for this beautiful poetic tribute. I know Daddy is smiling from heaven.
Nancy
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