Robert's Race Is Over

Robert's Race Is Over
By Paul McCann

Robert was an old friend of mine ,
who I would meet from time to time .
He lived on earth for just a while 
And his face always wore a smile .
He was a friendly kind of guy 
who would never let you pass him by ,
without saying hello to you .
He'd always have something to do  .
Looking for some scrap he could use ,
He did it tough but paid his dues .
He always had so much to say ,
But his stutter got in the way .
He liked to potter with some clay ,
and have a few dollars each way 
Or straight on the nose of a horse 
That was running round some racecourse .
You's see him there amongst the crowd 
who were all screaming out aloud ,
and nothing seemed to bother him .
He was always against the wind .
In my memory  I can see
Robert still smiling back me .
With that familiar funny face .
You will be missed around the place .
May God keep you and give you rest .
Robert you were one of the best .