Ah my brother
You have your stories and I
have mine,
And all we have between now
and then is time.
Time to tell a tell; time to
live another and another.
Concern for today drifts away
in the telling
Not so far as to leave the
mind entire
But no longer the burning
fire
As the story told set aside
what was compelling
Until the mind finds it rest
And the cares of the day
return
To turn the mind into a churn
Looking for the good enough,
if not the best.
Tells of the child that once
was, now long gone
Memories retold of how that
was so
Stories of ghosts, and how
cold the wind used to blow
And remember back when the
days used to drag on and on?
Life lived, edited to stories
line by line, word by word
You have your stories and I
have mine,
And all we have between now
and then is time.
Alas I feel most of the words
I utter will go unheard.
©
Rexx
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