Life revolves around told and heard tales, Our biases adding color without fail. A story can have varied flavor, Like multiple tastes to slowly savor. So many tales to share and hear, Narrations changing from mouth to ear. Molded by observation and interpretation, Contoured with varying perception. Stories continuously change version, Of the same event, place or person. Grand in scale are the variation, From inception to adaptation. Some stories we hear are powerful, Others can be mundane and dutiful, Still others fun filled, fearful or fanciful, Narratives that challenge are most beautiful. Stories include both facts and feelings, About experiences in varied setting and dealing, Some we may loathe, while others are appealing, Stories exist without a ceiling.
Today’s events turn to tomorrow’s stories, Tales recalled of shared experiences and soirees. Build today that you’d want to reminisce as you age, Many remembrances can be relived as you turn a page, Fill your life with a legacy of love and grace, not hate and rage. Construe memories that bring smile and satisfaction at any stage. As you sit back and remember events from the past. A melting pot will emerge of people, travel, work, and talks that you hast. Moments we cherish are not just special occasion. But ordinary turned special by a kind word, a thoughtful action. Best are days filled with shared goals, collaboration and rejoicing, Small and big achievement that are enriching and enticing. In the book of life, some days are happy, others sad, Some good and others bad, No one escapes life unscathed-lass or lad. Your reactions determine an overall card of glad or mad. No one has only a happy yesterday, Love, longing, losing-are all served in life’s tray, Consciously choose positive. Nip in the bud, the negative. Simple lessons of life include to be proactive, Not just reactive. I cherish time spent with special and simple people. Honest, humble, humorous, not sitting on a steeple. Many have helped lighten my load. Gratitude is due to many special mentors on life’s road. Books, paintings, travel, sculptures and show, All compete and complement mind’s space in tow. Recollections are random, don’t flow in a row. Many remind of riches of creation, to which I bow. Thank you Lord for all that you teach and bestow. Life’s a game of catch and throw.