TELL ME A STORY

Tell me a story
but spare me the gory
details of pain

Tell me a story
but leave out the whorey
judgmental blame

Make it sound real good
and fill it chock full of wisdom
but be sure to exclude all the shame

Tell me a story
but leave out the glory
of how and why you are so grand

Tell me a story
but leave out the sadness
that makes me feel so blue.

Mix in some whimsical
some serendip–a-typical
stunning surprise at the end

Try to be real
and show nerves of steel
as you compose your final lines

Sing me a song
but don't make it long
I've got lots to do with my time

Read me a good book
but be sure that its hook
is astonishingly quick to reveal

Don't start relations
and don’t test my patience
for that I have none to spare

Perform me a dance
but leave on your pants
I've troubles enough in my life

And now write the end
compose these final verses
this poem wants so much to end

Tell me a story
but be sure to gather
my heart inside your hand

Tell me a story
but be sure to let me
get lost inside your soul

Make me well up inside
rolling tears on my face I feel
For its then I will know your story is real