The Story Untold

They were once those who wrote They were those who sung While some were those who travelled And some were those who danced. Some were once you saw smiling, While others laughed Some were in tears, Not of joy but of pain Pain of many colors and shades And some you saw in distant yet so near. So, one can often wonder, When did life began its spin, To take such colors from its painter? There was and there is, A story in many never shared, Will you then take a moment, To stay and hear, perhaps even share The story many can never speak? It's one that you'll find in you. One that many share with you. For life is a million folds Of stories waiting to unfold ----Dec 21 2022----