Rock 'N' Roll Heals Souls

We've been given three months to leave - How on earth will it be possible to pack Sixty years of family, what we've achieved Sentimental objects we can't claim back Assured the kids we're more than capable Taking care of daily tasks, we easily manage - Dylan told me the house looks disgraceful - Hazardous, tripping might cause us damage Jean is cleaning the living room, uptight Lathered over what we'll have to discard I assure her, love, we're gonna be alright We'll muck through, darl, I know it's hard Thing about us is, life's been a struggle Despite us marrying in post war prosper Had four kids, health problems to juggle - now it's every second day at the doctor The hip's twinging pretty bad, old tin shed has seen better days, musty air greets me - Two hours of digging, damn me dead..! Dusty black box pops up, spot to play CDs Hurry my haul into my dusting flustered wife Jean, my sweet, amazing - this just appeared Haven't had stereo in years, old one hit strife My love's soft face shon suddenly with tears Reminiscing with our records, compact discs Urge took me to embrace her, spin, lurch about Hip flexors maneuvering, did mere music assist? Knees improved hugely, bopped to 'Twist n Shout' Spun my love on open clear carpeted floor Squeal of delight was utter music to my ears We swayed, clung together, sung songs adored Sweeter times in our midst, best I've felt in years 14th September really needed to bring writing back (briefly) from the sex edges and murder borders P E A C E