The Stories People Tell
I look into the faces of the people that I meet,As I walk down the sidewalk of this busy city street.
A few of them look happy, but most look mad as hell.
I wish I could hear all the stories they could tell.
They all have a story, most have more than one.
There are stories of where they've been.
There are stories of what they've done.
They all have a story, each monsieur and mademoiselle.
I would love to hear all the stories they could tell.
I listen to the radio as I'm driving down the road.
It relaxes my mind and lightens up my load.
The talking heads, the singers and the admen that sell,
All have their own stories they're trying to tell.
They all have a story, most have more than one.
There are stories of where they've been.
There are stories of what they've done.
They all have a story, each monsieur and mademoiselle.
I would love to hear all the stories they could tell.
I'm not really nosy, just curious it seems.
I wonder what folks are thinking; what could be their dreams
Maury and Jerry Springer keep hitting the same well,
Dragging out the weirdos for the stories they can tell.
They all have a story, most have more than one.
There are stories of where they've been.
There are stories of what they've done.
They all have a story, each monsieur and mademoiselle.
I would love to hear all the stories they could tell.
Poetry by JustBob
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Written on 2015-08-20 at 22:24
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