Time passes, it can happen in slow trickles or in a rapid flood.
It only takes a minute and can seem to stop for love.
Every moment can pass an emotion; love, hate, joy, pain.
Every minute has it's story, and no story is the same.
But what does a story hold?
A birth and life til the death of old?
What can a lifetime tell?
Too long a story for one to ever quill.
What would your story be?
Would it have more laughter than tears?
Or more lies to hide your fears?
What in your story would make it captivating to those in the later years?
It only takes a minute and can seem to stop for love.
Every moment can pass an emotion; love, hate, joy, pain.
Every minute has it's story, and no story is the same.
But what does a story hold?
A birth and life til the death of old?
What can a lifetime tell?
Too long a story for one to ever quill.
What would your story be?
Would it have more laughter than tears?
Or more lies to hide your fears?
What in your story would make it captivating to those in the later years?
