Stories of Men
It's a sight to behold,
Where men are gathered
There are stories bold.
Many a lie are spun,
By those of silver tongue.
They'll draw you in
With the blended yarns
These fellas spin.
They'll awe and astonish,
Oh these stories of men.
The stories are true,
With details added,
But just a few.
The pictures are painted
With colorful hues.
Round and round again,
Their stories are told.
They just never end,
These long-winded tales,
These stories of men.
From father to son
And friend to friend,
The stories are spun.
When one's finished
Another's begun.
Perhaps it's okay
This tradition persists.
For there'll come a day
When you'll spin your story
In some colorful way.
TLH © 02-19-2012
Copyright © Tanya Harrington | Year Posted 2012
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