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The Magic Door (poem)

Updated on February 28, 2016

As we were going to the store

There was a man outside the door

He asked before we went inside

If we had time to see much more

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Now time, it seemed, was on our side

The man was filled with so much pride

We told him we would gladly share

The secret he appeared to hide

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The store doors opened with a flare

But inside now was nothing there

Just go inside and use your head

A clue like that required a stare

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Inside we thought of what he said

Then, words across the ceiling spread

It didn’t take us long to see

To think of what we need instead

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A car a house a money tree

A world of peace for you and me

A truck to take all this stuff home

And while we’re here let’s eat for free

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As children our dreams let to roam

Here underneath our wishing dome

And dreaming, it went on and on

What once was clear turned into foam

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Now left in smoke; with all else gone

And there you were as clear as dawn

The only wish I ever knew

And to your magic I was drawn

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The man still waiting. “Are you through

So little time; so much to do”

But time and things worth wishing for

They all begin and end with you

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      Shauna L Bowling 20 months ago from Central Florida

      Martin, this is awesome! I love the thought of walking though a magic door and living our dreams. This new style of yours is beautiful. More please!

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      Gypsy Rose Lee 20 months ago from Riga, Latvia

      Magical poetry.

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      Mona Sabalones Gonzalez 20 months ago from Philippines

      Very nice poem:). I like how you added the video at the end, too.

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      Bronwen Scott-Branagan 20 months ago from Victoria, Australia

      The dreams of childhood, but what an awakening! Interesting poem.