Albert.
He was a wonderful, gentle soul
Always had everything under control
Born one of many
Back in nineteen twenty
Enemies weren't ever made
He fought as a Master sergeant, facing the dark crusade
With people he saved
Went home after the war
To his wife, who he adored
Was a father of two
Who was very close to
Mr. Fix- it
Which he never once quit
Had four jobs to progress in life
His wife never once left his side
A Simple man, at best
Never had the chance to take a rest
Loved his hot, cozy comfort food
Never once saw him in a foul mood
Always robust with happiness and soaring energy
But time passed on and began to get elderly
As the years grew closer
And he got older
His health was at risk with his heart
Not wanting to begin to fall apart
He slipped away on Christmas Eve morning
Not giving us any warning
In nineteen ninety-seven
Now he resides in heaven
The only time he comes back alive
Is in my mind, fast asleep
When at times, I can hear his ghost creep
Silently into my room
And then suddenly wake up feeling in a slight gloom
Even though I can't see him I can feel his spirit all around
Wishing how he could’ve lived in our small Tennessee town
Albert left a legacy
Of how people should act and be
But those kinds of ways are all gone
He would've loved his life, living on Saint John
It's been Twenty-three years since he's passed
It's crazy how one's life can be gone in a flash
Dec 21, 2020
Dec 21, 2020 at 9:31 PM UTC
Albert.
He was a wonderful, gentle soul
Always had everything under control
Born one of many
Back in nineteen twenty
Enemies weren't ever made
He fought as a Master sergeant, facing the dark crusade
With people he saved
Went home after the war
To his wife, who he adored
Was a father of two
Who was very close to
Mr. Fix- it
Which he never once quit
Had four jobs to progress in life
His wife never once left his side
A Simple man, at best
Never had the chance to take a rest
Loved his hot, cozy comfort food
Never once saw him in a foul mood
Always robust with happiness and soaring energy
But time passed on and began to get elderly
As the years grew closer
And he got older
His health was at risk with his heart
Not wanting to begin to fall apart
He slipped away on Christmas Eve morning
Not giving us any warning
In nineteen ninety-seven
Now he resides in heaven
The only time he comes back alive
Is in my mind, fast asleep
When at times, I can hear his ghost creep
Silently into my room
And then suddenly wake up feeling in a slight gloom
Even though I can't see him I can feel his spirit all around
Wishing how he could’ve lived in our small Tennessee town
Albert left a legacy
Of how people should act and be
But those kinds of ways are all gone
He would've loved his life, living on Saint John
It's been Twenty-three years since he's passed
It's crazy how one's life can be gone in a flash
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