Anyhow, following on from that particular session I decided, for reasons largely unknown, that I'd write something inspired by the great man himself. The theme for the next writing group meet was Endurance, and somehow I even managed to make it vaguely own topic. It also served as a leaving 'gift' for Glen, a much loved member of the group who has now left us to pursue a writing degree down in the sunny south. He'd probably have preferred chocolates but hey, it was more original!
Lyrical genius or a sign of madness? You decide.....
Ps - there are a whopping 58 Lionel Richie song titles in this poem - who knew he was so prolific?
Endurance (an ode to Lionel Richie)
At first she was just a Face in the crowd
An Ordinary Girl, a Wandering Stranger
And you were barely more than a boy
And happy to be a lone ranger
You were Running With the Night
Life one long Outrageous dance
All Night Long you'd go Round and Round
If only you'd had the chance
Then that Ballerina Girl twirled into your path
And suddenly, Nothing Else Matters
She's Amazing, The Only One, The Sun and the moon
And with one Touch, every other dream shatters.
All that's gone before feels like Wasted Time
But little do you know
That Love, Oh Love, is the hardest climb
And you've such a Long Long Way to Go
You Say I Do, dreaming of Endless Love
Proclaim, "Truly, Baby, This is Forever
This girl can Do it to me for Eternity
And I won't get bored, not ever
I want to Shout it to the world, how I'm Stuck on you
You're the Closest thing to heaven I know
I've been Into you deep Forever and a day
From the first moment that you said 'Hello'"
Together you Keep on Dancing
Still In Love with five years gone
You might no longer be Up All Night
But your Love Canoe Sail's On
It's not all Paradise but you both believe
That Love Will Conquer All
It's a feat of endurance, climbing long and hard
And you're determined not to fall
But Time brings Changes, and each Change makes
You begin to think again
Your Angel's halo is looking tarnished these days
Is my destiny a ball and chain?
Mid-life crisis, seven year itch, call it what you will
Your Lady has been nothing but good to you
But you'd risk it all for one cheap thrill
She had no Reason to Believe
That her man was anything but true
But Now You're Gone, Nothing left to give
Time to Stand Down, bid Goodbye, shout F*** You!
And now Cinderella goes Running Through the Night
Whilst You Are Truly alone - and it Serves You Right.