Tuesday, February 21, 2012

Grew In The Telling

A different audience, a different life;
With one, the sunny side, warmth emphasized,
Another only cares for pain and strife
And so those parts are always supersized,
A third, thinking himself more soul-complete
Wishes to hear a balance of the two,
And so he mixes sour into sweet
Keeping them even, from his point of view,
No matter what their balance might have been;
Some, met in passing, do not even hear
A tale, but just a mumbled word of spin
Caught in the tempest by a careful ear;
Each story differs with the listener
According to what he and she prefer.

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