Storyteller ~ 2

Storyteller

Sitting ‘neath a willow tree, Storyteller by her side

a curly headed little girl said 

‘Please, tell your stories to me, I have a list of five.’

The storyteller took the list, laid it on his lap.

Picking up the list, he rubbed his chin and, 
pushing back his cap, 
out loud he read the short, sweet list

Pain

Hope

Love

Joy

Laughter

A smile came out upon his face, furrows creased his brow.

Storyteller said to the child ‘Each one can have their place,

but all of these are in one story and all in each one’s life. 

For each of these will scattered be, throughout good luck or strife.’

Each one’s story will be different for how the story’s writ.

It’s how each player plays their role ~ with wisdom, fight or grit.

“We cannot change the cards we are dealt, just how we play the hand.”

~ Randy Pausch, The Last Lecture