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Magical School

When I enrolled in magical school
Ma said good luck
Dad called me a fool

He always thought with my IQ
I’d fix people up,
Not saw them in two.

But I had a vision
And my self esteem
Hung on the balance
Of this simple dream

So I packed my bag
Gave Ma a hug
Reached out to pop
Who said with a shrug

Watch each one of your steps
Cause each one of them matters
When you walk without looking
You’re sure to splatter
So take my advice
It may save your life
You can’t step twice
On thin ice.

I’ll show that man who I can be
With a B.A.
In alchemy

I have no doubt that he’ll be glad
Because my plan
Was ironclad

I bought all my books
Most second hand
I was so ready
To beat the band

But where was my room
Did it disappear?
I’m such a buffoon
Then dad’s words appeared.

If you can’t find your way
Don’t lose your nerve
It’s all a small part
Of the learning curve
So take my advice
It may save your life
Rolling the dice
Is a vice

I tried running down the empty halls
But all the doors
Turned into walls

I shouted a chant, before weeping
To get me sleeping

I dreamed about A’s
The prodigal son
The star of my class
Magic 101

But soon my visions
Became nightmares
I woke and screamed
And if pop was there

He’d say, when in a jam
Take an afternoon nap
Cause a grumpy head
Ain’t worth a crap
So take my advice
It may save your life
To make nice
Sleep twice

At last, I made it to classes
But that first day
I lost my glasses

Teacher assumed I was a jerk
Rewarding me
A week of homework

Then my trick cards turned red
The hare’s sick in bed
The bouquet looked dead
So I called home, and said,

“I’m failing Hocus Pocus
Gotta D in smoke in mirrors
It’s so hard to focus
When all I make is errors

Then dad said with much calm
First give yourself a hand
Before counting on others
And soon you’ll understand
So take my advice
It may save your life
Give yourself a high-five
To survive

So I practiced day and night
‘Till each ‘Abra’
Came out right

And my Presto-Digi-ture
Was more than

Then all those D’s
Turned into A’s
Without tricks
I was amazed

Hard work after all
Was a giant step for me
But with dad’s advice
I learned the mystery

Each day is irreplaceable
And comes with a caveat
If you waste its offerings
You deserve just what you get
So take my advice
It may save your life
Being wise
Is the prize

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  1. Date: 3/26/2015 8:08:00 PM
    Two for two! Either I know how to pick em or you know how to write em. Going up!

  1. Date: 1/13/2015 10:51:00 AM
    I enjoyed reading this. A 7 from me. *S* Cynthia

  1. Date: 3/17/2013 10:25:00 AM
    David, this was an incredibly well thought out and imaginative piece of writing. It's at the same time humorous and thought provoking. Metaphorically speaking... moving out on your own in the world is a bit like magic! And you carry with you all those little statements of advice that you didn't think mattered much... until now. A++ on your poem!

  1. Date: 2/8/2013 4:38:00 PM
    Awesome, well done.

  1. Date: 1/14/2013 9:30:00 PM
    Enjoyed this read as well, found humor and Dad's wisdom, which became the son's wisdom which is always growth in character. A fun poem !! Enjoyed

  1. Date: 1/8/2013 5:21:00 PM
    Excellent read...enjoyed this thoroughly.

  1. Date: 12/27/2012 6:57:00 AM
    Very nice... Terry

  1. Date: 12/25/2012 4:29:00 PM
    A light heart with a zap message! You have a great style--your voice rings through loud and clear!