Albert Martin

I Got - Poem by Albert Martin

I got
A few dollars
Down in my pockets
Enough to
Get on the rocket
And fly away
Don't you remember, honey, the old hermit?
Don't you remember what he did say?
It don't matter where you go
Always when you rise above
It don't matter anyway

Your pretty lady
Had a baby
And she's called Susanna
But you don't love her anymore
You don't love anyone but
Your old Hanna
And everyday that's gone
You love her more and more
I'd like to rise above my fields
To see how my apple trees they grow
I'd like to sit by the river
To see how the water's in a hurry to flow

What colour
Is my rainbow?
Why should I grab
My trumpet and blow?
I like to spend my time
Playing for these little gypsies
I don't know where my gladness is
When I see them heading for the road and go
They want to go to the south
Happiness lives there, they say
And I think so

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, May 18, 2013

Poem Edited: Tuesday, October 15, 2013

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