Twenty-one and so much to say!

Twenty-one and so much to say! Words streamed out, thousands of words, beautiful words, that made little sense. Year 5, or 6, I forget where or when, but the words began to speak, particularly those put with music. The songs sang,I sang and the winds of change gently blew through my life, changing me, adapting my stories. I met a wonderful poet, he became a great mate, my buddy; he made some brilliant beer! Life changed again, twisted, squeezed my soul, but love was the winner, I feel lucky. And here and no