THE PERFECT DAY

THE PERFECT DAY

The waves were crashing on the shore
The birds were overhead
The sky was still, with cirrus clouds
As if they'd gone to bed;
He sat upon an old tree stump
To sit, reflect and rest
'Twas then he sighed aloud
And took his final breath.

They found him later on that day
Still sitting on the wood
Head slumped down on his chest
It looked as if he should
Be able to get up and walk
But they knew he was dead
'Cuz they found a letter in his shirt
And this is what it said:

"To whom it may concern out there
My name is William Bare
There's no-one for you to call
To notify or care;
I have no address either
Or car to give away
Just burn and then dump me
Somewhere in the bay."

"The money in my pocket
Should cover everything
And you will also find there
My golden wedding ring;
It's all I have in this whole world
Guess it don't seem like much
But it meant more to me
Than money and such stuff."

So it was on a clear dawn
His dust just blew away
And joined the lovely cirrus clouds
To form a perfect day.
No-one ever missed him much
No-one, that is but me
I'd seen him walking by himself
Alone and sad beside the sea.

And I'll always wonder:
Did he know it was me?
I waited much too long, I guess
To get down on one knee:
"Hello, do you want to talk?"
Then I'd smile and pray
But I guess God had other plans
For Dad's perfect day.