That Old Gray Benz....


The silver Benz parked at the spot reserved
For C.O.B. and handicapped is gone,
The tender lofty engine which conserved
His massive frame has rendered us forlorn.

That old gray Benz which guided us has left
A vacant slot which no one hoped to fill.
The emptiness which holds us in its cleft
Can only just remind us of his will.

The sturdy Benz that carried us is done,
But none of us can doubt the trail he blazed.
And down that path with strength renewed we'll run
So e'er he'll know though troubled we're unfazed.

Oh mighty Benz we miss you much you see
Our tears cannot reflect our misery.

13 March 2004
Flemington, NJ