Heart Of The Matter
For Georgie Boy ... A Man Of Few Words!
Just sitting here,
Alone in the office,
The biz quits for a time,
And I remember,
It's your birthday today,
My lifelong friend,
I never forget your birthday,
But I never send a card,
And I always tell you,
I never forget …
But days after the event,
I lift the phone,
And call you,
You answer straight away,
In gritty Glasgow tones,
“Hullo! Whits the maeter?
So I tell you I remembered,
That I never forget,
That it's your birthday,
And that's why I called,
To prove, that I always remember,
And think about you,
On your day,
“Is that it?”
“Yeah … “Happy Birthday!”
“Ye phoned jist tae wish me Happy Birthday?”
“Aye ..”
You laugh .. “Ur ye au Right?”
“Aye, ‘Am au right” ….
“Okay! …. Chin, Chin!”
Byeee!…. (he laughs)
Linda Harnett, ©2007
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For Georgie Boy ... A Man Of Few Words!
For Georgie Boy ... A Man Of Few Words!
