To Not Believe

Remember now, you reader,
When youthful eyes were bright,
And you laughed and squealed by fireside,
You knew nothing of the world of spite.

Children laugh and children cry,
To make their parents moan.
Yet rainbows gleam and mermaids sing,
In sunlight through church windows.

Drops of silver are the dew,
And diamond dust the moonlight.
Dreams that race from star to star,
End caught in webs of Dawns light.

Cardboard castles ruled by tinfoil kings,
Slay the dragon breathing smoke.
And giants guard the cookie hoard,
While court jesters make their jokes.

Silly men in crooked hats,
Wink at witches on their brooms.
Wizards make the heavens dance,
And monsters hide in gloom.

But storybooks they close ere long,
And drink the dust of years
And parents work and sigh ho-hum,
Old fairy tales now tears.

Those parents see their books of old
That rest on musty shelf.
And feel their childhood fingers curl,
And itch to play the elf.

"Nonsense!" they cry and turn away,
Lights click off to a room now cold.
And fairies wail in hicupped sobs,
They know they'll dance no more.

Tick-Tock, goes the clock,
A simple nursery rhyme.
'Growing old and growing cold,
Does make the time crawl by.'

Frail and weak by bedside light,
You'll lay at end of days.
And cry a tear down papered cheek,
For Magic, You chased away.

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