I remember The Beatles playing on television
One Saturday afternoon in black and white vision
They had suits without collars and Beatle boots
The Mersey Beat played loud for a musical hoot
And I liked that one who was named Paul
As I had in common when my mother did call
I thought that Liverpool was the place to be
Being there would be such a jive to see
When I was able to to walk that hallowed ground
I imagined them walking with me in their town
And listening to music in The Cavern at Mathew Lane
Was like I was in heaven forever ingrained
And I follow The Beatles still gladly today
In the sadness now John and George have passed away
But they will always be that group of young lads
We danced to when the 60's were fab.
© Paul Warren Poetry
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