They had nothing to share, they just lived their lives
No ‘When I was a kid’ moments, no once upon a times
Their grandchildren never knew how they lived,
Whether as a common man or as kings.
They didn’t have paper, they didn’t have ink-
But they had brains, so they pick up a stick
They draw on the sand and see
All the wonders that could be
We’d be nowhere without those wise men
Without whom, we’d never have thought of a pencil or pen
The stories are passed on, and now we’ve gained wisdom
About the works of Shakesphere, Gandhi and Washington
And the struggles of Malala, Mandela and Lincoln.
We share our once upon a times
And what all happened in the old times-
We often forget
We often neglect
That words were not delivered to Humankind at their doorstep
That this is the only way we connect
Language is a wonder indeed
It’s an ever-blossoming tree
And without our ancestors, who sowed its seed,
What we are now, we’d never be.
