My Autobiography

I would sit down and write an autobiography that could be a good read if told truthfully, but then again my absent memory would forget about some facts,  my all important past would be missing exciting extracts . Oh if only I had wrote down diaries from when I started school, my entire life would be captured now within a storage spool

Alas when one is young and so carefree one never ever stops to think that each second of every day passes us by in hours of hoodwink . So my sagas and stories, my happiness and woe are all but flutters in my fascination with no where else to go . And yes I pen my
pieces of poetry several times a day but they can’t possibly include all the nitty-gritty ABC’s from my childhood play . Dam and blast I wouldn’t care but I am a marvellous storyteller, if only I had my very own autobiography it could be a brilliant best seller