Legends of Tomorrow

I can still remember the day, And it wasn't that long ago. Where we sought some inspiration, From those we might call, our hero. Their stories were often fed to us, Like mothers feed newborn. Nurturing body, mind, and soul, Allowing dreams flight, With an elusive unicorn. As the pages of time have turned, New characters are now in view. Where former masks have lost favor, And novel contemporaries are the few. Since my illusions of Mickey Mantle & 007, Are now the dust of faded memory, Our progeny will have new hero's, Web-surfing champions . . . Without artillery.