WickyNilliams

  Please! Seeing my life like this
  It made me think
  I could state succinctly everything life is
  If you gave me ink.
  And I could maybe print every speech and thought,
  And release my plot on these streets I’ve walked,
  With a piece of chalk.
  To paint the sharpest image of a heart
  *Cuz as much as art can mimic
  Nothing’s as real as a life told from start to finish*

  People came from everywhere
  They read the story through for days
  It wasn’t nothing new or strange
  Still they were moved and amazed
  *It wasn’t the places he’d been or the people he’d met
  It was the spaces between and the secrets he’d kept.*
  They wept joyfully, for the greatest story no one told
  Was just the story of an ordinary man growing old