Shhhh!

The secret we all keep but never know...

Trailing clouds of glory as a great poet once said.

He strives to attain the light above his head..

He knows the meaning and purpose of his life ,every up and down.

Until he finds himself in darkness; the moment upon his forehead is the crown.

Then an angel tells him to keep the secrets and places a finger upon his lip.

This is why we have a dimple under our nose was the story passed from gram to mom and told to me upon her hip.