Stories

In my journey through life through thick and thin of virtue and sin it strikes me on the day of my many thoughts, not when life is merry but when it is grim . That from now till the here on after these words are forever haunting with the sorrow they bring. Some go on never knowing these words many can't help but just sit and watch the pendulum swing. I've seen the lonlieness in the Devil's eyes and the beauty of the Angel's wings, but Of all sad words of tounge or pen . The saddest stories I've ever written are those of what could have been.