The Way That Stories Go

The Way That Stories Go

 

There is a thing or two you need to know

About the way that stories go.

You see, when I was your age,

The story never stopped on the very last page.

 

Oh, the places I went and the people I met!

How could I ever possibly forget

The ones I loved beyond the last pages,

My dearest friends who helped set my stages?

 

There was this prince of the western-ish sort

Who thought of taxing quite like a sport.

Then me and my outlawed archery band

Had the pleasure of robbing him, or so we planned.

 

We got into the castle, we got past the guard

But that’s when things got a tad bit hard.

Cause you see, I just had to sneeze.

Then the nasty prince forced my men to their knees.

 

How I escaped, I just cannot say,

But I sure had Fate on my side that day.

Cause just before my men made that one final drop,

I shot my arrows, and they landed with a plop.

 

Then we made for the woods with our gold in tote,

We were the bravest, though I need not gloat.

We went to the village, where they gave a “Hooray!”

And I was certainly the hero that day!

 

There was another time I spent with four friends

And I wish I followed their tale to The End.

Their names were Eddie, Lulu, Suzie, and Pete.

And they lived on North Eastern Avenue Street.

 

The thing about them was they had Imagination.

They lived in a world of their own creation.

They found this door that went to some other place

But I had to wake up before I could join the chase.

 

My parents had told me to get out of the clouds.

The first time I heard it, I laughed out loud.

But after enough tongue lashings to actually cause pain,

I finally woke up and my life was mundane.

 

I was told to grow up, and grow up I did

And became a professor outside of Madrid.

But I was not happy.  How could I be?

No one else had to grow up but poor old me!

 

But as time went on, I began to forget

The places I’d been and the people I’d met

In the worlds beyond the very last pages,

The people and places who set my stages.

 

But now that I see you waiting for a story

I have to remember again.  Oh, Glory!

I can’t wait to show you beyond the last page!

And show you the people who will set your stage!

 

One thing first, before we start, though.

I think there is one more thing you need to know:

There’ll come a time when you think you’re too old

For the fairy-tales and stories to be told.

 

But just you wait for your second wind

When you’re old enough for stories again.

Once that mountain is up and you’re over the climb,

You’ll begin once more with Once Upon A Time…

 

And just when you hear the words, “The End,”

You’ll know that the story’s about to begin!

Author's Note

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