My Story

I can form the words
But who will paint the canvas?

I may report my life,
But who will draw the colours?

I can claim a thousand smiles,
But who will wipe the tears?

I can ask for a lifeline,
Yet who will give me theirs?

I beg for an audience
and I get a matinee movie crowd!
I plead for philosophers
and I am laughed at aloud!

So I go to nature
And brood under the sun.
A bird flies to my shoulders,My story has just begun.