A TALK WITH OLD BEAR



Old Bear, I have a problem
And I need to talk to you.
You are always here for me
Whether I am happy or blue.

I was just a tot when we met
And I hugged you to my chest.
An awful lot of years have passed
But you are still the best.

You've been with me through a lot;
I've dragged you all around.
Yet even in the worst of times
You've never made a sound.

Even when in a closet you were put
And for years were left to stay.
You patiently waited for those times
I'd bring you out to play.

Your ear was torn, your eyes were gone
And still there was no despair.
But perhaps there was a tear of joy
When I sent you off for repair.

Many places you've been with me
And we've had lots of fun.
Perhaps we'll go to many more
Before my life is done.

But when that time finally comes
And my last trip I take.
What will happen to you, my friend
Is the decision I have to make.

I really have a choice of two;
The first is probably the best.
This is to find another child
Who'll hug you to his chest.

But although not really fair to you
I think that I would prefer
To have you with me at the end.
And both of us they would inter.

It would be like a closet for us both
When they closed the lid.
But I could hug you to my chest
As I did when a little kid.

Old Bear, think it over for a while
It's not easy to decide.
But if you want to go with me
In a limousine you'll get to ride.

jhs