My World In a Story

My world on a piece of paper Drawn and felt under the Moon's vesper Simple life I rended Under a tree I shredded Early in life I staggered Held only a pencil and a paper Walking with shoes of a cobbler Trudging many roads that bantered At sixteen my life turned and spinned In a world not mad, but splinted At eighteen my world tuned in din Like a song in a jukebox, worn and tinted Years passed and my world stayed the same To act and strive without shame My thoughts that broke me in two In a world that honed me to be true The world is full of mystery Stand up and walk over misery God opens a way to relive a life His name I praise all my life Past will always be a history History of any man with clogged stories Stories that can break you or mend you Stories of you, all but one in you