MAGIC
Magic;
they say there’s no such thing
Tragic;
such joy magic could bring
Believe;
trust & it will come true
Relieve;
let the magic wash over you
Enjoy;
It will sweep you away
Decoy;
let them think its an ordinary day
Magic;
all around, for those who know
Tragic;
no magic for those who are too slow.
- A. DeWitt
So Old
I study her with infinite care
this lady who is so old
She’s fascinating, although bizarre
Please don’t think I’m cold
Just look at her, see the skin
Its weathered to a thin sheet
Every tired muscle, every broken vein
Pardon me, I’m not discreet
her hair once so glorious
now hangs in a mass
Smelling faintly aromatic
from perfume promised to last
The face that once stopped hearts
the body that once pounded blood
now obliterated & formless
longing once more to be loved
But her eyes still burn brightly
looking out from the far past
Oh tell me, what do you see
if I might be so bold to ask
A. DeWitt
