A Courtesy With A Black Bear

I met a bear on a city roadside accidentally. 'Don't get frightened that I know Men sing well And I would like to hear a song from your deep voice.' The bear told in a friendly manner. I strum my old Ukulele and started singing; ' It's mighty dark for me to travel* Oh! The beautiful bears are our friends That reminds us in the book of History. Hardly I carry this honeycomb with bees in my childhood old satchel. I am sorry, it could be melt now as my poor heart is warm like an autumnal breeze.' Bear showed me a wry smile and I realized that sniffed I am an Alcoholic. I saw some bruises on my back and that could be the touch of bear's claws, But it's not painful. The scenario resembles my precious grandson's lost 'Teddy bear' in this cryptic homeward dream. (*'Bill Monroe with Jim & Jesse') [ I am not worthy to loosen the thongs of his sandals.-A humble prayer-] I dedicate this poem to baby Adam and I am sure that one day you understand this unseen old silly man's dream.