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

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