Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah

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