Clothes Make the Man, and I Don't Have the Clothes

Imagine, for fun, I've become a magician,
With conical star-and-moon print hat,
And a gown of some sort. They always
Wear gowns, and I'm standing before
You (as I'm standing now), and I wave
My wand, and everything changes.
How do you think we should have
Things change? Should we fly?
If we do, may I hold your hand?
Can we soar toward the tropics,
To land on the brilliant white sand
Of a beach of a languid lagoon,
Living happily afterward all of our
Lives? You must know I would do
That if I had a wand, and, though
Gownless and hatless, I still stand
Before you, and wish I could wave
Away all of your troubles. Alas,
It's a ham-fisted man, no magician.
Who asks you to give him your hand.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2014-12-07 at 13:24

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