I’ve Stories To Tell

I have stories to tell

Of big, wondrous places,

Of tiny, crooked corners

Of people in high places.

Of quiet children in solitude

Of babies that cry,

Of people falling in love

Of the ones saying good bye.

The stories are happy

And yet the are sad,

They will each touch a chord

While some will make you feel grand.

Why must you hear a story

I’m sure you want to know,

Without these stories, my dear

I’m afraid life is plain full of woe.

For what is a life that is devoid of such tales

Of princes gallant and princesses frail.

True sometimes you will find them silly

But where’s the fun without them, really?

So listen to the stories

Of big, wondrous places,

Of tiny, crooked corners

Of people in high places.

Of happy children who read

Of babies that laugh,

Of people who fall in love

With a writer’s every draft.