This poem is in the collection Poetry's Purpose
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I wrote this poem in Stockton in 2002 or 2003 while walking through the grounds of the old State Mental Hospital (already being converted into a college campus by then). I originally published it as a greeting card.
I wrote this poem in Stockton in 2002 or 2003 while walking through the grounds of the old State Mental Hospital (already being converted into a college campus by then). I originally published it as a greeting card.
Magic
Do I believe in magic?
That’s
really hard to say
Do
I believe in the power of love
To
chase the blues away?
Do
I believe in summer days
And
passions born of Spring?
In
hope sprung from Depressions pit?
In
joys that Sorrow brings?
Do
I believe in magic?
I
can’t deny it’s there.
I’ve
seen the triumph of the heart
When
wounded with despair.
I’ve
seen a child grow loving
In
a household filled with war
And
seen a city filled with hope
Where
towers stood no more.
Do
I believe in magic?
Yes,
I suppose I do,
Watching
as the world grows old
And
turns to something new;
The
cycle of the seasons
The
turning of the wheel
Birth
and Life and Death go round
In
magic that is real
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