From them I learned nobility,
and the value of sacrifice.
Contrasted against villainy,
the easy pleasures of vice.
I saw the importance of character
etched before my eyes.
As there were those whose images
were used for deception and lies.
In time my friends were removed
from my television screen,
and it seemed those replayed tapes
were the only place they'd be seen.
Twas then I did discover
the tales continued still,
written across the comics page
and drawn with artists skill
Here the mythos deepened,
the stories were more sage.
Befitting one whose interests
had grown with his age.
Change was their core,
a utility for play.
So too has their story morphed,
though it's never gone away.
And now their creators
grew up as did I.
So today they tell new stories,
on untold strings they pry.
Why is the villain bad?
What makes the hero good?
Will their struggles ever end?
What would happen if they could?
Their tales are no quite varied
Across many stages are they known,
from Hollywood's silver screens
to the playrooms of most homes.
Yet I still enjoy their lessons.
Of this there may be no doubt.
That my spark is oft rekindled
to hear "Autobots, Transform and roll out!"
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