When Magic was the answer
The answer I cannot say
but I guess it’s all okay
because I don’t know if it’s good
or whether or not I should
bow my head to pray.
I remember I’d run and play.
The evil dragon I would slay.
oh, how I miss my childhood
when magic was the answer.
On my bed I wish to lay,
rest my head and sleep all day,
and if ever I could,
travel in time, I would
because life glowed of the sun's golden ray.
when magic was the answer.
This poem is about:
Me