Tuesday, December 22, 2020

Albert . . .


How do you know when you’re at the end?
Where will you go? 
After so long the marina’s become your friend.
There’ll be a day when your ship comes in.
Take it in stride.
You keep it slow, keep it steady, and all in time.

Half of the T-head on E, Albert.
Half of the T-head on E. 
How big’s your boat gonna be Albert,
When you are free?

Albert always wore a smile on his face,
Never a trace of weariness. 

No one thought Albert would do much more
Than they thought he would.
Albert, oblivious, struggled despite their scorn.
One little blink, he’s no longer there.
Blends with the crowd. 
Sometimes at night he will cry
But it’s never loud.

Always one you’ll find in every crowd.
We sure could use some more like him.

What kind of man would do all the things that he should do?
What’s your reaction? Something you want? Can it be true?

But the perception so widely held 
Is not all that good. 
Such was the case, or was apathy what he befell?
Really, we’re all just like Albert too,
Just not as wise.
One bit of patience, no burden’s beyond your size.

Take your dreams and fly so far from this place.
Feel no regrets, no bridges burned.


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