we all narrate
our own destinies
smoothing the edges of
dubious memory
so we become hero
or victim, as we see fit
we paint our words with
colour and passion
and make some areas
grey or black
shading the story,
so that our heart remains clean
it is only in the small print
foot notes, that we write
codiciles and retractions
that we give a nod to time
the nebulous truth
obfuscated by time
and the blurred re-telling
becomes the urban legends
of our minds....
our very own fairy tales
and once upon a times
seen through the
kaliedescope of fathertime
My brother's and I all remember the legend stories of our youth...differently