Tell Me A Story

“Once upon a time…”

Stories rarely begin this way now

Memories fade

Storytelling has transformed, losing it’s art, the passion, because time is fickle

There aren’t any storytellers, the crowds gathered elsewhere

Stories will live, somehow, may be in our soul

Till it weighs us down

Tired and bored, we may rest again, find the connection

Stories will have soul once again

A storyteller’s pride, the authenticity, the audience become family

“Forever” may be a distant ream


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