The Magic of Youth
My old toys
sit on my dusty shelves
waiting to be made alive.
But I do not have
the magic of my youth
anymore.
One is born
with the magic.
But trade it off overtime
for manners, learning and reason
and other useless skills
thought needed for the appreciation of life.
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