It was like in Cinderella-
A bag-lady became a fairy godmother
A yellow cab became a white, stretch limo
A diet Coke became a champagne split
A greasy spoon became a French auberge
Fifty became forty
Thirty became twenty
One, murky star became a shiny moon
And four o'clock in the morning became straight-up midnight.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Wouldn't that be wonderful, for a moment to be Cinderella. To become the princess we all deserve to be.