BUTSI


 

     Butsi was an ordinary man

     Not wound up with the world

     Or even touched by tragedy

     He gave us all he had to give

     The routine of him coming to the door

     Fixing the door bell

     Doing the odd message

     Stopping to talk

     Always inquiring about business

     Courteous to the last

     I will miss him

     But I am the better for knowing him