THE HEAVENTIES by Poefree

Written by: jeffry cohan

   THE HEAVENTIES

This man had a plan, man
Yet I never considered the bridge the seventies would be made to span, man
Either everything I dreamed of would die and turn unto dust 
Or the universe would agree with the topic we two had discussed
The universe and I agreed that I owned the seventies until they end
And that was my right even the universe would defend
I wasn’t so much a rebel as I was a letch lost in the woods
But back in the seventies you could always find me in the wrong neighborhoods
If it was of an urgent matter that you needed I’d make time for you
And I was the man to see if you wanted something illicit to do
I owned midnight, noon, and I owned the music and the moon
And the dances people did were always to my tune
Then, when the sun would wave its way away
I realized there was now one less day
One less day since I owned the seventies and all it comprised
But I would never be bought and the seventies wouldn’t be compromised
It felt beneficial to awake and know you owned today
Yet comprehend that the inevitable will eventually turn my hair gray
And then came New Year’s Eve to welcome in a new year
Alas I was the only one to shed a sorrowful tear
Because what I did when I owned the seventies attracted the attractive ladies
But I remember a tender ten years until the seventies gave way to the eighties 
    © 2011...this could only have been written by a poetic prince
                      Poefree