Tell me a story,

Doesn’t have to be long.

I don’t need you to sing from the rooftops.

I just want to listen.

I’ll hum a few words,

Put in my own two cents.

But don’t be frightened when my pencil comes in.

I’ll jot down some notes,

Take a few quotes.

Just something to remember,

Just something to hold.

Then as the years and months go on,

Maybe someday I’ll come across and find,

The little reminders of a time gone by.

A collection of secrets of heartache and lore.

Of jokes and sadness and something to make your heart warm.

Maybe a few will kick and stick in your gut.

Maybe a few will make you feel like there’s no such thing as luck.

Maybe I will never use them in the end,

But trust me when I say the inspiration will never bend.

I’ve got the years written down in small notes.

Maybe they don’t make sense now,

But they’ll have I use someday I hope.

Because stories though ever changing take over our minds.

One day I hope my story does the same in kind.

Don’t ever let those thoughts become lost to the wind.

They have their purpose, if not now it’s only a matter of when.