Puff, the magic dragon,
my friend from so long ago,
he promised he'd never leave me,
but he did,
as soon as I grew up.
I called for him often,
but he just never came.
I guess like Jackie Paper,
I grew up too fast.
Puff, the magic dragon,
come on home to me.
Puff? Where are you?
I just never knew
what you meant to me.
I look at what the kids
hold on to today,
and I have to wonder -
what is all that they've got?
Super-duper heros of the future
mixed with arcade phonies come to life.
Still, there are some old favorites
from days gone by.
But, where's my Puff?
I can't believe he's gone.
I know my fantasies are still with me,
although they don't appear as often.
Do we actually loose our childhood innocence?
I pray that we don't.
But still,
where's my Puff?
dedicated to the child that remains in us all.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem