Hello Albert, is that you,

if it is dear, do come through.

I thought I heard the back door latch,

I should have put it on the catch.

I'm sitting cosy by the fire,

the telly's on. . . a male voice choir.

Do excuse the socks and scarf,

they keep me warm but make folk laugh.

I had ham and egg for tea,

not much you know, it's far from free,

but Pension day is nearly here

and then I'll have a pork chop dear.

No I haven't seen our Bert,

he's busy dear, he has to work

and Carol has a lot to do,

so chances to see her are few.

I'm OK, I sometimes see

the girl next door at twenty three.

She checks that I'm still 'of this world,'

that I'm not dead with all toes curled.

Don't get fussed, I only jest,

at least she checks, it's for the best.

There's no-one else since you passed on,

I miss you so much now you're gone.

We have our chats dear, of a kind,

bit one sided, never mind.

At least I can pretend you're here

it helps, imagining you near.

Well, I think it's time for sleep,

before I break and start to weep.

Come with me Albert, tuck me in,

and thank you dear for everything.