Mister
Albert (67)
1
A
lone song for Mr Albert
With
a pocket watch to hold
Which
apparently reminds him
All
that glitters is not gold
Well
at least Albert is living
And
his watch is going too
So
he can still brew a coffee
And
not drink the morning dew
2
What
was Albert like in wartime
When
the skies were painted red
And
some leaders cried blue murder
To
find Truman in their bed?
I
believe in truth that Albert
Failed
to turn up for the war
As
his trade was highly rated
Working
down at the drug-store
Chorus
When
his life at last is over
And
his property shared out
Will
the memories he created
Be
forgotten like some drought?
Will
the lyrics of a lifetime
Be
now guaranteed to bore
In
his role serving the Public
With
passion at his drug-store?
3
A
lone song for Mr Albert
I
don’t know his other name
Though
I dare say it is British
And
from Britain he first came
I’m
just glad he is still living
And
his pocket watch is fine
Looking
just a little tarnished
As
part of some grand design
4
Can
it be that he is golden
Like
his pocket watch of old
Well
they seem to go together
Having
both been forged in gold
Added
to this is Swiss movement
Balanced
on a diamond stone
With
sweet ethical precision
Worthy
of a Royal throne
Chorus
When
his life at last is over
And
his property shared out
Will
the memories he created
Be
forgotten like some drought?
Will
the lyrics of a lifetime
Be
now guaranteed to bore
In
his role serving the Public
With
passion at his drug-store?
The
End
©
Frankie Espirit
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