He is a someone that life forgot,
He likes a joke and we laugh,
Not at him but with him,
He lives in his own little world,
Not where "normal" people live,
He talks to his shadow,
I like his conversation,
He buys Two glasses of coco cola,
And smokes one cigarette in the back,
He shuffles his feet and dribbles,
He adjusts his braces,
He shows us his watch, but cannot tell the time,
Sometimes you catch him crying,
He looks away, as if he is ashamed to cry,
My heart cries with him,
He laughs out loud at something I cannot see, or hear,
His squeaky shoes take him to his seat,
He is grateful of a sandwich from the boss,
We are his friends and he calls us "mate",
To you he is a no one,
To others he is nuisance,
To some he is scary,
To me and those who know him,
He is Albert,
And he is our friend.