My life is a book full of stories
The anecdotes tumble and fall
Wherever I go things just happen
I'm sure I've not told you them all
But where are the stories from others
The tales that I'm hungry to hear
I can't be the only one having
adventures from year to year
It may be a matter of seeing
It may be just being there when
the thing that is happening happens
and having a notepad and pen
Just make a note of the occurence
then later when you read what's there
If it feels a bit thin, be like Shakespear
"Exit stage left, chased by a bear"