I Don't Believe In Magic

I don't believe in magic The young boy to the old man had spoke, Though it sounded tragic As the boy said his feelings weren't a joke. He said he didn't believe in bewitching Or into any type of wizardry, How a frog became a prince from a kissing Its not true because he wasn't 4 or 3. I don't believe in fascination As the young boy again took his stand, It's all part of the imagination It's all just a use of slight of hand. Magic is but an illusion The young boy truthfully explained, It's a trick which creates a confusion And all that believe it are the harebrained. I don't believe in hocus pocus Or any mystical or magical term, I will always stay forward and focus From what I have read and will learn. The old man just sat and quietly listened To all that the young boy believed, And how never under any situation or condition Could he ever be tricked of deceived. 'I don't believe in magic the boy again said' It is not real and to me it cannot ever occur, Then the old man just smiled and thought instead 'You will, when one day you finally see her.' Randy L. McClave