There was this guy...
Or so the story begins
About some incident
That should have been left a memory
& then there was this girl...
Perhaps
This is when
It all becomes a lie
It’s all so fuzzy
Now, that I’m getting old
Ahh___ the stories we tell
Alter and change
To make them more interesting
Then they really were
As we try to impress
Others as well as ourselves
That we once lived
A life that really mattered.
Author notes
corrected by a mysterious stranger (X) / lol
What did you think
Comments
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I love it when your words turn wry ...
and you make me giggle.
On crawling from crib to sprinting to rocking chair, somebody, someday will be impressed, nevertheless.
I am.
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maybe too many things in life
are decided by rocking chairs and mysterious strangers?
when only action and mystery should make the difference...
probably the worse pain a memory can provoke is the phrase
this hold once emotion, life
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Or is it that we try to impress ourselves?
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