I'm thinking of the 70's
And how it'd really be a hoot
To bring that one thing back
That we all secretly would love to do

No I'm not talking discotheques
Or the donning of leisure suits
I'm talking about stripping down
To nothing but our tennis shoes

We could start out in the mall
Since that's were most of us hang out
Amid all the teenage screams
Between all the incredulous shouts

With security running here and there
In a tizzy there about
If they have the nerve to catch us
No way are they going to pat us down

We might even get our 15 minutes
As news camera closely chase us
Blurring out our naked bodies
Leaving only happy faces

Spending most the time in edit
As we bend to tie our laces
So grab your canes and grab your walkers
And we'll head off to the races

Of course that is a major problem
Barely spry no longer young
With the drooping of most everything
Being issue number one

And seeing most of you in your birthday suits
Doesn't sound like that much fun
And how in the world can we call it streaking
When it'll be more like hobbling

I've a lingering scratch
In the throat,
An irritation
As I spoke;
I coughed, I choked,
And spewed out the last
Off-coloured joke.

There was a ringing
In my ear,
A clappering sound
You rang for years.
I blocked and stopped
And turned away
To silence the slurs
I refuse to hear.

I've black floaters
In my eyes,
The only colour
I surmise;
Other shades now subside;
I'm looking forward
With clear brown eyes.

I so often wonder why
Lucy was up there in the sky
Sporting bright her diamonds
Instead of wings to fly

And how on a boat she would float
Past tangerine trees
There is something about this Lucy
That keeps eluding me

She was clearly here for adventure
And the taste of marshmallow pies
But I can't help but wonder
About those kaleidoscope eyes

And when in the newspaper taxis
That appeared on the shore
Did she get a chance to read about
The news today, oh boy  

As she turned around looking into the sun
Did she have her Lennon glasses on
These are just some of the things
That have me wondering

Inside of my cellophane mind
Why was Lucy up there in the sky
Sporting bright her diamonds
Instead of wings to fly

Straight from the heart of God
A servant to the masses
True to form the Truth in Love
His kingdom everlasting

Bringing into light on that cold Winters night
The Fathers plan set out to free us
Need only open your heart to do your part
Inviting in the love of Jesus

This age old battle already won
From where we stand to Kingdom come
With hope tied tight around  believers lives
Never to come undone

As you fan the flame of this Holy fire
Burning to the outer reaches
A love for all in who you now are
Giving all you have to Jesus

Drawing on His strength falling on your knees
The only way man can be saved
A helper sent to you in deed and truth
Leave it up to God to find the better way

As there is power in His Holy name
The name that's here to free us
From the heart of guilt to the face of shame
That name being Jesus

She's as sick of me
As I am sick of her
And of this disease
I hope there is no cure

She is all I need
Inside of my world
Never has there been a doubt
That I love this girl

In fact I am so sick
It brought me to my knees
Where it is that I proposed
Asking her hand please

Pledging her my love
From that moment out
Being this love sick
Is nothing to sneeze about

Yes her love is
What I am sick with
Hoping that I never
Do get over this

With a temperature
As high as 102
I've got myself a hardened case
The best of the love flu

I'm as sick of her
As she is sick of me
Not looking for the cure
To this love disease

Enraptured by the glories
And wisened by each sin
I drink in every story
Written by many a pen

I find myself afloat
In seas of ink
Adrift without a boat
Into the words I sink

Immersed in their pages
As many men and women
Dance across as many stages

I find solace beneath the black waves
Bound betwixt two covers
They bring me so much joy
And always brighten my day

Bury me in an unmarked grave
When it comes to be my day
The only marker I need
Are the ones I leave

No stone do I require
To show I have passed
I'll be remembered by those I inspire
That is how I want my memory to last

I try not to speak words without flavor
When our speach is without substance
We practice and promote ill behavior

So learn to speak life
And maybe you can be a saviour

To someone going through rough times
Anything can be a saving grace
So make a rhyme
And lift someone's face

Help them see the glory in this life
To bolster their fight
Look past their strife

Set fire to the night
Light the way
Staying the knife