Nov 2016
Once upon a time,
there lived a little girl with a red cape,
who laughed at much and cried at little,
whom every one called, "Red Riding Hood."
there lived a beautiful maiden with kindness in spades,
who lived with her vile stepmother and stepsisters,
whom every one called, "Cinderella,"
after the ashes left in her hair from cleaning the fireplace.
there lived a genie in a lamp,
who traveled across the lands from hand to hand,
whom every one called, "genie,"
because none knew it's name,
for it had been lost long ago to time.
Right now,
a man climbs Everest,
a woman wins a tournament,
a child is marked as a genius.
we have their names,
sealed in our memories.
as is only right.
When a few hundred years of time have passed,
They'll say,
Once upon a time,
there lived a man with great determination,
and no small amount of love for climbing,
whom everybody learned to call, "Everest Man."
there lived a woman who dodged every insult,
and practiced until she almost collapsed,
whom everybody called, "Yume,"
because of her inability to stop dreaming.
there lived a child,
who grew up in many different places,
whom everybody called, "prodigy,"
because that was what the child was,
and the child's name was eventually lost to time.
Right now,
we haven't anything to say,
because the future isn't over yet,
and nor will it be,
until they talk about us around the campfire,
saying,
*Once upon a time...
there lived a little girl with a red cape,
who laughed at much and cried at little,
whom every one called, "Red Riding Hood."
there lived a beautiful maiden with kindness in spades,
who lived with her vile stepmother and stepsisters,
whom every one called, "Cinderella,"
after the ashes left in her hair from cleaning the fireplace.
there lived a genie in a lamp,
who traveled across the lands from hand to hand,
whom every one called, "genie,"
because none knew it's name,
for it had been lost long ago to time.
Right now,
a man climbs Everest,
a woman wins a tournament,
a child is marked as a genius.
we have their names,
sealed in our memories.
as is only right.
When a few hundred years of time have passed,
They'll say,
Once upon a time,
there lived a man with great determination,
and no small amount of love for climbing,
whom everybody learned to call, "Everest Man."
there lived a woman who dodged every insult,
and practiced until she almost collapsed,
whom everybody called, "Yume,"
because of her inability to stop dreaming.
there lived a child,
who grew up in many different places,
whom everybody called, "prodigy,"
because that was what the child was,
and the child's name was eventually lost to time.
Right now,
we haven't anything to say,
because the future isn't over yet,
and nor will it be,
until they talk about us around the campfire,
saying,
*Once upon a time...
