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The Magic Show

There once was a man
Resident of nay
A traveler in a sense
A nomad, you could say
His profession? You ask?
Well, the man is a magician 
A performer in a sense
This nomad of a man traveled
Went on tour
His magic earned its marvels
The eyes that all adored
One day, he stands
His opening act and cries
"Come fourth, I need a volunteer"
A little boy stands from his seat
He crosses the room with his little kid feet
Egar, was he, for the magician to meet
He approached the stage and was lifted up on
The magician handed down the mic
And with his little kid hands
The little boy grabbed
The amplifying device
With his little kid voice
He stated his name
Even his age
And when the nomad prompted, 
He shared his favorite game
The little boy helped
With his little kid hands
And his little kid voice
And his little ability to understand
He locked the magic man with handcuffs
He drew and showed the crowd his card
He stood around
The whole show
The magic man's assistant
Then, at the end
His participation appreciated
The magician says to the crowd
"Who liked the little boys show?
Who thinks he did swell?"
The crowd jumps and lets out big "woo!"s
But there is one man
A man with his eyes downcast
And his hands on his lap
Who makes no sound
The magician, happily, points the man out,
He says "You, sir"
"Why do you not clap?
Do you think this poor little boy's performance was bad?"
He says "I do, I cannot lie,
I will not shout, or jump for joy"
Now, for obvious reasons
The little boy is sad
Now the little boy
Believes he did bad
The magician leans down
Tells the boy to cheer up
Says, "no matter what it is, an assignment or a job,
"An essay or a project
"Someone won't like it, and that's okay,
"Maybe it's not that person's favorite
"There is no reason to linger on it
"They like what they like
"And you wrote what you wrote
"What matters is not the majority vote
"What's done is done
"Now that's in the past
He tells the little boy 
"Now there's where your vision casts"
He turns the little boy
By his little kid shoulders
Says "focus on the good
"And forever be happy"
and that's from the magician
Who's never told a story.

Copyright © Emma Sanchez | Year Posted 2026

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