When The Magic Is Gone Poem by RIC BASTASA
When The Magic Is Gone
when the magician is gone
(hence the magic goes with him)
when the magic is gone
it is easy
leave, it is not your show
they will close the room
and it will be dark
there will be no one there
it is simple,
why don't we buy another ticket
and be back
tomorrow night?
you're not available?
me too.
when the magic is gone
let it be.
it is that easy.
face reality.
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