A Homeless Man's Funeral

As a bagpiper, I play many gigs. Recently I was asked by a funeral director
to play at a grave side service for a homeless man. He had no family or
friends, so the service was to be at a pauper's cemetery in the Kentucky
back country. As I was not familiar with the backwoods, I got lost.

I finally arrived an hour late and saw the funeral guy had evidently gone
and the hearse was nowhere in sight. There were only the diggers and crew
left and they were eating lunch. I felt bad and apologized to the men for
being late.

I went to the side of the grave and looked down and the vault lid was
already in place. I didn't know what else to do, so I started to play. The
workers put down their lunches and began to gather around. I played out my
heart and soul for this man with no family and friends. I played like I've
never played before for this homeless man.

And as I played 'Amazing Grace,' the workers began to weep.
They wept, I wept, we all wept together.
When I finished, I packed up my bagpipes and started for my car.

Though my head hung low, my heart was full. As I opened the door to my car,
I heard one of the workers say, "I never seen nothin' like that before, and
I've been putting in septic tanks for twenty years."

Apparently I'm still lost.