History of a Story

On a very stormy day,
During summer holiday,
Three little friends 
got together to spend
A day in-doors,
To while away their time!
They said they would write
 the story of their lives.
And they would call
Their life story
An Autobiography!

Said one with a doubt
Rubbing his red snout,
An autobiography is about one,
But we are three!
Why not just
call it a biography?
That sounded right 
till someone bright 
said “a biography,
is a very long story,
But we have not 
much to comment!
Our ages are about 
Eight, nine and Ten!

The one aged nine,
who had a class in 
sex education,
thought it should be biology!
A ripple of giggle went around,
his words rang a naughty sound!
“here we all are and lives begun,
Because our parents had fun,
So biology not biography!”
The youngest didn’t agree,
He said biology is about tree,
Frogs, worms things you can’t see,
We are none of these!

So biology was not it!
They then tried other subjects,
Physics, Chemistry and 
even mathematics?
They were close but not right!
Then they said the title
Of their story should be history!
This was unanimously agreed!
History! As it all happened in the past! 
But the future they would now write
With the pen of their own lives,
Then it would no longer be a mystery!
The storm stopped,
The sun came out!
That story was never written!!

Completely your choice(3) Any theme any form Contest 
whenever whatever 
Brian Strand
Copyright © | Year Posted 2020

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Theraven Avatar
February 12, 2020 at 9:36 AM
Krish, I have to agree with Panagiota's fine assessment of their unwritten story. Your story was thankfully written here in fine prose. -Richard
Radhakrishna Avatar
February 12, 2020 at 10:37 AM
Thanks Richard, for your kind words. There are many such unwritten stories that the world misses! Many slowly wither as they are only transported in memory.
Romios Avatar
February 11, 2020 at 12:46 PM
A wonderful scene you set, Krish, and interweaving the different ages and mind sets...history..how perfect. The last line was tops! Panagiota
Radhakrishna Avatar
February 11, 2020 at 1:02 PM
Thanks my dear friend! These were the days before smart phones when children did all these wonderful things!
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