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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


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


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


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


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


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


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


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 2 years 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 2 years ago from Riga, Latvia

      Magical poetry.

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      Mona Sabalones Gonzalez 2 years ago from Philippines

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

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      Bronwen Scott-Branagan 2 years ago from Victoria, Australia

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