I can't speak loud as i am soft spoken
And your silence i'll take as a token
Of your interest in stories of old
Phrased in well articulated words
That drift away like birds
Like those tales left untold.
If you sit and think about life's story
and that you have one to tell
it may not contain much glory
but it has times of laughter and hell,
yet everyone hopes for his chance
to play the lead
even though they may not get a second glance...
YOU ARE READING
Untold
PoetryRandom thoughts that come together in verse. Some short, some long, but all filled with words that describe time, places, people in situations as seen through my eyes. Enjoy.
